クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Smith Street Band
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Lawson
Composer
Wil Wagner
Composer
Michael Fitzgerald
Composer
Chris Cowburn
Composer
Lee Hartney
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Voight
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
One day there will come a time
When the person you are named after dies
And all of a sudden you're the only one left
And out of something as insincere as pride
You'll change the way you turned on time
To remember the smiles
As we stood out front of the little church
The traffic just close enough to drown out
Whatever we heard the family say
As they waved the hearse away
And tonight I'm getting young drunk
Walking down the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they're to blame it
All the red brick fences look the same
I'm getting young drunk
Walking round the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they're to blame it
All the red brick fences look the same
Whoa oh
And all alone in the suburbs
I can make as much noise as I want
Without disturbing more than the wind
In the trees and
Passing cars and security lights
Guide my way home through the night
I feel safe here
And the neighbours aren't close enough to hate me
And tonight I'm getting young drunk
Walking down the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they're to blame it
All the red brick fences look the same
I'm getting young drunk
Walking round the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they're to blame it
All the red brick fences look the same
Whoa oh
And I've finally found a home
In a handful of people I was lucky enough to bump into
We act like pessimists but we're in love with it
And I'm in love with you
And our tiny bed in the upstairs front room
Of a rundown terrace house
Which is obviously perfect as it sounds
Even in the summer
When the cardboard window that you tape on everyday
Falls out and wakes us up
And tonight I'm getting young drunk
Walking round the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they're to blame it
All the red brick fences look the same
I'm getting young drunk
Walking round the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they're to blame it
All the red brick fences look the same
Whoa oh
All alone in the suburbs
Written by: Chris Cowburn, Lee Hartney, Michael Fitzgerald, Tom Lawson, Wil Wagner

