Lyrics
Cross tattoos
Lookin' not so eager
Pours out your booze
Haircut like Conor McGregor
He says your ID
Doesn't look like you
So he live-streams ya
For all of Facebook to see
Rocked up in trackies so you're straight up denied
Hasn't got a ground so you try and you try
Stood there like a spare dick wondering why
What's the point when he won't even look ya in the eye?
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
"Not the night"
Professional arsehole
PhD in sleazy
Degree in wrecking your nights and making women uneasy
He treats ya like a dog, so he grabs ya by the collar
Screams get lost as the other mutts holler
On the leash, he's leading his legion
Trying to use logic is like committing treason
He turns off the cameras off so nobody sees him
Cross-Hatch jacket
Now we're gettin' to the reason
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
On the door
Lookin' for a fight
"I'm sorry son
Tonight's not the night"
Picked out
Taig'd out
K'd out
Blue'd out
Yoke'd out
Bucked out
Choke'd out
Fucked out
Picked out
Taig'd out
K'd out
Blue'd out
Yoke'd out
Bucked out
Choke'd out
Fucked out
Picked out
Taig'd out
K'd out
Blue'd out
Yoke'd out
Bucked out
Choke'd out
Fucked out
