See us hanging around
It’s too late to start running
Keep your head on the ground
Make sure you’ll hear us coming
To your street again
Ready for some pain
From your best friends
We’re the darlings of the discotheque
The fruit of homegrown biotech
Baptised in triple sec
A lout, a scout and a nervous wreck
Leaving no stone unturned
When you’re feeling tired and lonely
Can you smell something burn
Don’t worry cause we’re only
Pissing in the wind
Who knows where we’ve been
Underneath your skin
We’re the darlings of the discotheque
The fruit of homegrown biotech
Baptised in triple sec
A lout, a scout and a nervous wreck
Who
Will let you know
Where not to go
And show
What’s down below
oh no
We’re the darlings of the discotheque
The fruit of homegrown biotech
Baptised in triple sec
A lout, a scout and a nervous wreck