Lyrics : Sam Fender
Music : Sam Fender
As he rails one again
And turns to me and says
'Imagine Boris in 'ere in full police gear tonight'
He said, 'It's tougher sentences, that's what they're tryin'
'But we seen how that went down stateside, it didn't fly'
It's that time of the year again
When your past comes home
And everybody you've ever known wants it large
Jimmy's in my ear again with a motor mouth
God, I love the kid, but we need to slow it down
Oh, back to the bathroom
Back to the call for another wild, long lie
Back to the kitchen
Sprawled on the floor for another wild, long lie
And I'll tell it all night
Everybody's dying for their turn to pull out anecdotes fraught with bloody lies
And I've gone quiet 'cause my heart
Is still choking up from a love I tore apart
Oh, I've got so much pain here yet
So much love, but it's drowning every inch of my soul
So I go back to the bathroom
I'll line you up for another wild, long lie
Back to the kitchen
Sprawled on the floor for another wild, long lie
Back to the bathroom
I'll line you up for another wild, long lie
Back to the kitchen
Sprawled on the floor for another wild, long lie
And I'll tell it all night
Think I need to leave this town
I think I need to leave this town
I think I need to leave this town
Before I go down
I think I need to leave this town
Before I go down
Back to the bathroom
I'll line you up for another wild, long lie
Back to the kitchen
Sprawled on the floor for another wild, long lie
Back to the bathroom
I'll line you up for another wild, long lie
Back to the kitchen
Sprawled on the floor for another wild, long lie
And I'll tell it all night
And I'll tell it all night