Better Press Repeat

Another batch of kids gone wrong

I fell asleep with the radio on and I slipped into a world that I didn’t know

All the men, they suffer in silence

Manifests itself as violence

Saving it all up for the weekend

With it all said and done

The flower’s lost inside the gun

I’ll share my thoughts with anyone

If you just humour me if we get in too deep

Dance along to your favourite song

Transmissions of hope belong somewhere in the darkness of it all

I’m building up for a blaze of glory

The coup de grâce of a pointless story

I’m writing in my head when I’m on my own

With it all said and done

The flower’s lost inside the gun

I’ll share my thoughts with anyone

If you just humour me if we get in too deep

This party’s lost on me

Better press repeat

Take a break, take it easy

The breeze hits and then it leaves me singing songs for strangers once again

A cocktail of innocence

Youth in revolt of everything they thought to be true

There’s no sense at all

With it all said and done

The flower’s lost inside the gun

I’ll share my thoughts with anyone

If you just humour me if we get in too deep

This party’s lost on me

Better press repeat

Better press repeat

Better press repeat

Better press repeat