Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wasteland, artist - Horrorshow. Date of issue: 23.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Wasteland |
| Faces in the crowd |
| Swaying on the floor |
| Posing me a question |
| I cannot ignore |
| Longing for euphoria |
| Puts me in the wrong |
| Tryna escape but the hold is just too strong |
| I got a splitting headache |
| Temples throbbing and my mouth is cotton |
| Can’t believe I went and did this shit again |
| Drinking liquor till it send me in a spin and then I |
| Wake up in the morning, living in a world of pain |
| Wasteland—see round here we do this every weekend |
| Dead of winter, silly season, we can always find a reason |
| And I never seem to learn from my mistakes |
| Moderate the intake |
| I swear by now I’ve died a thousand deaths this way |
| Way back before this Horrorsquad shit ever shit was poppin' off |
| I was working overtime at the bottle shop |
| Every day I’d see the same faces clocking off |
| Shuffle in, shuffle out, paper bag, on the grog |
| It made me wonder, what is it that we’re switching on and off |
| When we listen to our inner monologue? |
| What is it we looking for that we too scared to find? |
| What is it we don’t wanna see that’s got us getting blind? |
| In this colony of ills |
| To keep it 100-proof, here’s the truth distilled |
| Go and look up the rum corps, you’ll see this ain’t no run of the mill |
| This the land of the lockout and the 6 o’clock swill |
| So what’s the deal? |
| Faces in the crowd |
| Swaying on the floor |
| Posing me a question |
| I cannot ignore |
| Longing for euphoria |
| Puts me in the wrong |
| Tryna escape but the hold is just too strong |
| Friday night and we were numbered ‘bout a dozen |
| Too much substance to be saying anything of substance |
| But of course that don’t stop the discussion |
| We buzzing, talking over the top of one other, we bugging |
| When some some youngin in the corner pipes up and says something like |
| ‘I'ma get fucked up tonight', well alright |
| Spoken like a man on a mission |
| To carry on a great Australian tradition |
| Dunno if I’d call it peer pressure |
| But you know what they say about those birds of a feather, they flock together |
| And I can’t remember the last time I had a night that I can’t remember |
| So a bender is the very first item on the agenda |
| We keep going at this rate, we gon' detonate |
| ‘I'm just going for one drink', ‘Yeah whatever mate.' |
| Won’t you pull yourself together? |
| Yeah, I know you meant well enough, but shit |
| Alcohol is a hell of a drug, got me staring at the… |
| Faces in the crowd |
| Swaying on the floor |
| Posing me a question |
| I cannot ignore |
| Longing for euphoria |
| Puts me in the wrong |
| Tryna escape but the hold is just too strong |