Better Press Repeat

Another batch of kids gone wrong I fell asleep with the radio on and I slipped into a world that I didn’t know All the men, they suffer in silence Manifests itself as violence Saving it all up for the weekend With it all said and done The flower’s lost inside the gun I’ll share my thoughts with anyone If you just humour me if we get in too deep Dance along to your favourite song Transmissions of hope belong somewhere in the darkness of it all I’m building up for a blaze of glory The coup de grâce of a pointless story I’m writing in my head whеn I’m on my own With it all said and done The flower’s lost insidе the gun I’ll share my thoughts with anyone If you just humour me if we get in too deep This party’s lost on me Better press repeat Take a break, take it easy The breeze hits and then it leaves me singing songs for strangers once again A cocktail of innocence Youth in revolt of everything they thought to be true There’s no sense at all With it all said and done The flower’s lost inside the gun I’ll share my thoughts with anyone If you just humour me if we get in too deep This party’s lost on me Better press repeat Better press repeat Better press repeat Better press repeat