Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Breakfast Club, artist - The Herd. Date of issue: 02.10.2005
Song language: English
Breakfast Club |
| I get up and look at the clock |
| Stumble out, check my teeth to see if they’ve rot |
| Brush em now, looking out for the hair of the dog |
| Hunt em down, on the rocks one coffee and I’m off |
| I’m coming round 'cause the train I’m on don’t wanna stop |
| For after effect |
| And you’re loving the taste of the grog still up in his breath |
| And the moment of reason is gone cluttered by 'yes' |
| Now you squint in the sunlight asking «What's next?» |
| Now I’ve woke with a shock in the night |
| Asking «Hey why are the shudders blocking the light?» |
| «Dude it’s midday» |
| «Oh could you ask Mario to borrow an extra light |
| To hit the pub or hit sixteen pads like a Tekken fight» |
| I’m really just riding the day as I see it |
| And the feeling I’m fighting away was quite decent |
| And the precedent has been set nights ago |
| Decadence and the predicate sunlight grows |
| So it’s another all night to call dawn |
| And though I got you on my mind I know your roll call |
| I should take it as a sign and forget it all |
| But not much is black and white or straight forward |
| Bar another invite, watch the wall |
| Another glass asked why, single malt |
| We play the stages of our time and look for the fall |
| Warm out, moonlight, I might take a walk |
| But half of the punters that chase the waste, the escape |
| The uncharted estate steadily hard to relate |
| Still the toilet looked better than it ever should’ve |
| And we drunkenly revel in it |
| Getting full of all the drink and the devil and shit |
| Live for the second, the minute, the moment |
| But I don’t know if I’m coping |
| Don’t have the stamina, no hammer and tong hedonist |
| You go ahead me, I’m not taking on Everest |
| Maybe thinking too much, making assumptions |
| This, that, seems sprouted I can’t function |
| I slide into the bar, I’m vaguely aware of the bizarre |
| Dance macabre, strangers pair off |
| The ritual starts with a tap on the shoulder |
| But the company here’s just making loneliness colder |
| So I’m back out the door, looking for lord knows |
| The grey blue half light and the long walk home |
| Here come the sunlight, we’ve ridden the rhythm |
| It was a fun night, took everything we were given |
| I had a night that I could never forget |
| A little this, a little that, and a little regret |
| I walk through the door of the club |
| Rub my eyes, gravitate to the bar, it’s a hub |
| Overpriced, it’s like even the bouncer’s on drugs |
| Yeh she nice, but as trashy as a cigarette stub with a glamour disguise |
| All the more tired and worn, the music blaring |
| See me creeping towards dawn like a ferry |
| They take photographs with their phones, I’m beyond caring |
| I just take my smoky clothes home, put em' out for airing |
| And in the second I’ll reflect on the cheques and balances |
| A saturday night Bobba Fett and yet still manage to |
| Tip the break of dawn, we broke the laws of physics |
| But for now I’ve got a cup of tea and a couch to visit |
| Out like a lizard drinking, man I’m done with thinking |
| Calling peeps up and asking them to bring cigs, we done big tings |
| And any women gets the message grab |
| Here comes the sunshine so I can’t be had |
| Swore there was something more to this |
| I dont know, so I’m getting slowly pissed |
| The warm glow, I don’t know if you get my gist |
| But I’m cyclops like there’s plenty of fish but I’m dry docked |
| And I’m content sitting here on the pier with no boat |
| Patient, waiting for that ship to come in, it’s so slow |
| Could be the part of the joke, maybe clutching at smoke |
| But this frustrated bloke is going to trust, hit and hope |
| 12 hours is a lot of time to get your drink on |
| Got me thinking about the bottom line and where to kick on |
| This stamina is killin, softly slow the music |
| I’m hammered and feeling free got to hold on or lose it |
| Now I know that the movement towards sleep is imminent |
| I could keep it in a sit or take fatigue a prisoner |
| Some help from a friend now at the end of the bag |
| And get this night to extend, it was the best I’ve ever had |
| We greet with a kiss on the cheek |
| It’s awkward, you frown and ask 'where did we meet?' |
| I laugh and I should’ve just shaken your hand but who gives a damn |
| We pretend we’re friends, probably won’t see her again |
| That’s cool, this young disposable income |
| Got me buying and justifying til the morning come |