Don't hide from it tonight, don't begin to run

It's the pin drop in the waiting room, heard by everyone

Clap back so it rings then back away

Even Luton wasn't built in a day

In a day

A sweep, a stretch, an overlook trickle down the dregs

A brush, a scrape, a kiss, confess you're not too proud to beg

Like paint jobs in a nail salon, it stays

Only for a while, but then it fades

But then it fades

Remove the outer layers, like a snake, your skin is meant to be shed

Despite what some say, you don't always lay as you've made your bed

As you poured, you will drink

That's a given, don't you think?

Hit the bottle, wash it down

While there's still time for another round

The slow march to the slaughterhouse, herded with the sheep

Only slim pickings make it out, the rest are put to sleep

No hesitation's cheap when just a pause

Determines between laughter and applause

When the grinning comes a'howling, wall to wall in a convulsion of sound

The hollers and the bellows seize the feet to have 'em tied up and bound

As you poured, you will drink

That's a given, don't you think?

Hit the bottle, wash it down

While there's still time for another round

While there's still time for another round