DESCRIPTION:
Performedy by Matt Okine & Marwa
Written by Boilermakers (Matt Okine)
Prod by C1

Video by Sam Bratby
Featuring Matt Okine, Amber McMahon & Jenny McCullagh
DOP - Patrick Rohl

Mad thanks to Century Venues, Century Entertainment, & all staff at the Enmore Theatre.

LYRICS:
I just remembered how all of it started,
No disrespect to the dearly departed,
But oh, man, it feels different.
hit 95, I'm encarta,
I’m under their armour,
I'm out of my system,
Crushing my wisdoms,
Are we living, brah??

99cent, and we paying with card,
Now, all of these 100s we changing the guard,
Feeling the fire,
Rolling like Simba, fearing the scars, Three-and-a-half?
Ceiling of stars...
Man, I'm so radioactive, I glow in the dark.

All of these Sellecks, I sell it.
All of these relics, I relish.
Kill it? I Will, son - denis the menace,
Bro, When i said it I meant it.
Censorship drowning me slowly (shhh)
Hand over mouth like emojis (shhh),
Fucking with phonies,
We here in the moment, are we lonely? Are we lonely?
(CHORUS)
All the things that I throw away,
And all the things that I wanna say,
These birthmarks, and frown lines,
first scars, from down times,
They're never gonna fade…

(Oh, I want nothing at all…)
I ain't ever gonna fade…. (x2)

I don't feel too good (no more) (x3),

Sorry for sending that message I'm really quite confident…
Sorry for sending that mix before checking the monitors….
Ain't nothing wrong with self-consciousness,
I just don't think of the consequence,
I just keep pushing her tolerance,
Asking a protestant whether a god exist.
Reign in my drinking to levels of moderate,
Baby, my drinking’s the problem, its..
Maybe my drinking's the problem it's ‘water with bubbles’ and ‘pastry with chocolate’.
Said i’d become all the things that I hate,
I ain’t forgotten it, Fuck all the comedy.
Why all the hate-mail?? Guess it's misogyny.
I might just get into property.

Fuck it.

22 nights in a row,
22 signs on the road,
22 fights on the phone,
Telling guys that I know, like,
“Fuck I just became the opposite…”
Oh, he's so fearless and dominant.
But I need a vowel for the consonants.
Cos we shot hard.
And they rolling anonymous….
Told you I’d lie, that was promises.
All those were promises….

(chorus)