Death to the Lads

Staying in a hotel full of pilots I can't believe that they are smoking If you mastered the art of flight Why would you spend half your time choking? Sleeping in a bedroom full of assholes surely means I am one too And I wake up and I go walking And I think the wrong thing about you And it was the best idea we ever had Picked up our spirits and we sang Death to the lads Death to the lads Death to the lads As loud as we possibly can Along the most depressing highways ever dropped into the earth Among the confederate flag lower back tattoo That is this part of the world We're raising pets and kids in carparks In the light of drive-in ATMs I learned to read the side effects I am my own adverse reaction And it was the best idea we ever had Picked up our voices and we sang Death to the lads Death to the lads Death to the lads As loud as we possibly can Death to the lads Death to the lads Death to the lads Get out of my fucking face, mate Things get better, but they never get good Things get better, but they never get good No, they never get good I don't do anything I said I would For things get better, but they never get good And we sang Death to the lads Death to the lads Death to the lads Get out of my fucking face, mate