Outline

[Verse 1] I walked out of the interview second question Cause I wasn't in the best mood to reflect on myself Punk rock ain't preparation But at least it offers opportunity to escape Sometimes I feel like an outline of myself: Dead-eyed and disconnected If the world is a stage, and we are all players Then I fuck up my lines more than I intended [Chorus] Are we all animals in here? I'm conscious that I'm losing control Are wе all animals in here? [Verse 2] Escapism, framed and wrappеd by a rock and roll historian Weathered in Leatherspoons Two for one cocktail mess, more shots in the jug please My rose-tinted glasses smashed in the last bar Now all I see is carnage; it's not romantic, it's not rock and roll We're drinking from plastic, when did we get old? I can't remember my reasons for getting this fucked in the first place Maybe it's somebody's birthday? Or just another Thursday In this big-fish-little-pond town? And drinking real ale don't make you a connoisseur More of an arrogant piss artist Who's assigning higher worth to his destruction [Verse 3] We're decaying daily And the carpet in this place is worn and so am I Are we so scared of failing That we'll pretend that we don't even try? It's the cyclical nature of life And the cynical nature of lies That keeps us spinning And I walked out of the interview second question [Chorus] Are we all animals in here? I'm conscious that I'm losing control Are we all animals in here?