Lyrics Young Drunk - The Smith Street Band

Young Drunk

One day there will come a time
When the person you are named after dies
And all of a sudden you’re the only one left
And out of something as insincere as pride
You’ll change the way you turned on time
To remember the smiles
As we stood out front of the little church
The traffic just close enough to drown out
Whatever we heard the families say
As they waved the hearse away
And tonight I’m getting young drunk
Walking down the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they’re to blame
And all the red brick fences look the same
I’m getting young drunk
Walking 'round the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they’re to blame
And all the red brick fences look the same
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah
Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah
Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
And all alone in the suburbs
I can make as much noise as I want
Without disturbing more than the wind did the trees
And passing cars and security lights
Guide my way home through the night
And it feels safe here
And the neighbours aren’t close enough to hate me
And tonight I’m getting young drunk
Walking 'round the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they’re to blame
And all the red brick fences look the same
I’m getting young drunk
Walking round the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they’re to blame
And all the red brick fences look the same
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah
Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah
Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh
But I finally found a home
In a handful of people I was lucky enough to bump into
We act like pessimists, but we’re in love with it
And I’m in love with you
And our tiny bed in the upstairs front room
Of a run-down terrace house
Which is obviously perfect as it sounds
Even in the summer
When the cardboard window
That you tape on every day falls out
And wakes us up
And tonight I’m getting young drunk
Walking 'round the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they’re to blame
And all the red brick fences look the same
I’m getting young drunk
Walking 'round the streets where I grew up
Knowing that they’re to blame
And all the red brick fences look the same
Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah
Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah
Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh
All alone in the suburbs