You've got to know not to come in here with those roulette eyes and lying alibis
This is our time
This city doesn't owe us shit
This is the end of a beautiful thing, and I'll stand in line
And what you said stuck with me, cuz I had a good time
Well it's best to forget you now, fucking you from behind
(I'll carry on with you or not)
Give these idiots a pencil, sharpen it for them
Sharpen it for them, and we'll stab them in the eye
This is their contribution to their scene
Their scene of fucking tone deaf assholes
[and we're] cramming 5 lives in the back of one van
It's our holiday, sitting in the back with a pack of sweet dreams
It's our holiday, and this is our time
And this city don't owe us shit, it's our holiday
This city don't owe us shit
We'll carry on
This city ain't got shit