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?