It's all about the non stop blah blah blah It's all about the job watch house and car It's all about the finding a new itch You better scratch until it scars It's all about the coveting of clout It's all about the stand out with the crowd It's all about the hand wringing while swinging Between confidence and doubt We don't go out much anymore We don't go out much anymore We don't go out much anymore It's all about the 'Who's she? What's her game?' It's all about the 'I don't know her fame' It's all about the sanding down her edges until all that's left is shame It's all about the penny in the pocket of the man Who before he blows it all up talks you through his plan Make it easy, palms are greasy Plant the spanner in his hand We don't go out much anymore We don't go out much anymore We don't go out much anymore Sophie was the last top model Now she's scared Knew it wouldn't last forever No, but never had prepared Now everybody's asking If a baby's on the way As if there's nowhere left to go As if there's nothing left to say Stephen moved to London With a suitcase and a scheme To make something of himself Yeah, whatever something means The decade ends still pushing pens He's lonely and afraid That he has nowhere left to go That he has nothing left to say Sophie was the last top model Now she's scared Knew it wouldn't last forever No, but never had prepared Stephen moved to London With a suitcase and a scheme To make something of himself Yeah, whatever something means and I've been sitting thinking Is the world falling to bits? Does the party of the people Have an afters at the Ritz? It's all about the place That you take shelter from the rain And if there's nowhere left to go And there's nothing left to say We don't go out much anymore We don't go out much anymore
It's all about the non stop blah blah blah
It's all about the job watch house and car
It's all about the finding a new itch
You better scratch until it scars
It's all about the coveting of clout
It's all about the stand out with the crowd
It's all about the hand wringing while swinging
Between confidence and doubt
We don't go out much anymore
We don't go out much anymore
We don't go out much anymore
It's all about the 'Who's she? What's her game?'
It's all about the 'I don't know her fame'
It's all about the sanding down her edges until all that's left is shame
It's all about the penny in the pocket of the man
Who before he blows it all up talks you through his plan
Make it easy, palms are greasy
Plant the spanner in his hand
We don't go out much anymore
We don't go out much anymore
We don't go out much anymore
Sophie was the last top model
Now she's scared
Knew it wouldn't last forever
No, but never had prepared
Now everybody's asking If a baby's on the way
As if there's nowhere left to go
As if there's nothing left to say
Stephen moved to London
With a suitcase and a scheme
To make something of himself
Yeah, whatever something means
The decade ends still pushing pens
He's lonely and afraid
That he has nowhere left to go
That he has nothing left to say
Sophie was the last top model
Now she's scared
Knew it wouldn't last forever
No, but never had prepared
Stephen moved to London
With a suitcase and a scheme
To make something of himself
Yeah, whatever something means and
I've been sitting thinking
Is the world falling to bits?
Does the party of the people
Have an afters at the Ritz?
It's all about the place
That you take shelter from the rain
And if there's nowhere left to go
And there's nothing left to say
We don't go out much anymore
We don't go out much anymore
This bad won’t ever make a bad song. Thank you!❤
Underrated Music Band 🎉❤🎉❤
I can't believe I missed this! I agree with @verblued. This band just cannot make a bad song. Both the music and lyrics are always great.
Another great tune. Thank you.
You're smashing it with this new song!
This band don’t have a bad song!!
Love it. LOVE IT. Covet.
Great song.
Great new track guys!
love it!!! it's a bop!
Fucking great, man!
The autotune gave me whiplash for a second, but I dig it! Keep it up boys
Good song, I relate to the lyrics but why the auto tune lads?
why? brilliant choice to convey the message (imho)