Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hamish Hawk
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hamish Hawk
Composer
Stefan Maurice
Composer
Alex Duthie
Composer
Andrew Pearson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rod Jones
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Where's my big like?
I've been pouring all over
This shtick every night
And I'm calling out your theories of why
[Verse 2]
Not to catastrophise
But I've been lying so low
Mum, I can't see the light
My God, these guys, vipers in the night
[Verse 3]
Still amidst all the hissing
I'm remembering kissing
The angel with the incredible piercing
While you're on brand names and acquisitions
Feckless sex dreams with cowards' omissions
[Verse 4]
The future is a factory
And I foresee it hating me
The brutalist industry I've seen
Not my scene
[Verse 5]
But where's my limelight?
If I'm to nurse the fever I carry inside
I'll starve, I will not stifle my appetite
[Verse 6]
It's night on high time
I can barely make out the mountain
No-one taught me to climb
And frightened allies take swipes at my sides
[Verse 7]
Now everyone's weighing in on the lady-in-waiting
'Bout how long it's all taking, as she sits for the painting
As soon as it dries, it starts depreciating
More useful derision from the youth politician
[Verse 8]
The future is a factory
And I foresee it hating me
The brutalist industry I've seen
It's not really
It's really not my scene
[Verse 9]
Really not my scene
[Verse 10]
The future is a factory
And I foresee it hating me
The brutalist industry I've seen
Can't they see
It's not my scene?
Written by: Alex Duthie, Andrew Pearson, Hamish Hawk, Stefan Maurice
