A little after 12
The function sweet was full
With people I had never seen before

Ripped up ticket stubs
Confetied on the floor
It dawned on me I'd seen it all before

Cool your beans my son
You look a f**king mess
No ones getting out of here tonight

Hit that button there
The one that just says wrong
We'll lose our lives through all our favourite songs

Go forward to later you'll land flat on your feet
When you where in the room, I was nailed to my seat
I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk
And suddenly it lifts the roof af the place
It puts a volt in my step
And a grin on my face

It can't contain me but you leaning on me
To get me back in my box
And snap the branches off me

A little after 4
The function suite is dead
And I am just a ripped up ticket stub

But heres a helping hand
A voice that's far to close
And I am up and on my broken limbs

Go forward to later you'll land flat on your feet
When you where in the room, I was nailed to my seat
I'm like a prisoner getting ready to talk
I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk

And suddenly it lifts the roof af the place
It puts a volt in my step
And a grin on my face

It can't contain me but you leaning on me
To get me back in my box
And snap the branches off me

And suddenly it lifts the roof af the place
It puts a volt in my step
And a grin on my face

It can't contain me but you leaning on me
To get me back in my box
And snap the branches off me