Wasteland

[Verse 1: Kyle Falconer]

This is the wasteland, we call this the wasteland

Where fewer little posh boys can't believe we treasure beer cans

Where'd you get those fans

Found them at the shop man

Peculiar place to find them but they're dedicated View fans

[Verse 2]

You think it's cynical to this home a miracle

It's not a miracle; we're just so strangely typical

Initiate in one gang, initiations tough man

Imprisonment is on the cards

We're heading for the quicksand

[Chorus]

Sign on the brew, cause there's nothing to do

Nothing to do, but listen to you

Not listening to you my parents told me not to

Not listening to you my parents told me not to

[Verse 3]

This is the wasteland, our idealistic wasteland

Regurgitated circle of a seven-hour shop stand

So steal a car chief, the police are off the beat thief

They'll find it funny when they see insurance relief

[Chorus]

Sign on the brew, cause there's nothing to do

Fuck all to do, but listen to you

Not listening to you my parents told me not to

Not listening to you my parents told me not to

[Verse 4]

Think you're a hard prick, something quite sadistic

No you weren't sadistic when he'd done you with the brick, Vick

Your land is boring, so very very boring

You wouldn't dream to wonder if it's raining or it's snowing

[Outro]

We call this the wasteland, wasteland