Who Broke the Tree? Video (MV)

It's quarter to eleven
He's been here since 7
Waiting on the smell of the smoke
Cos he knows when he goes
All out with the clothes he'll be sipping on her vodka and coke
And raise your hand if you've heard of our band
I've never seen a room so dead
Middle Light?
Pressurised?
Thick Witted?
Or lights?
Maybe I'll just go home to bed

And I don't wanna see you go home
Tonight
I'll share a head and a bed
With you tonight

Well it smells like bleach
And it's time for the speech
Everybody gather round
And you over there
Stop playing with his hair
I can see you looking at the ground
Well you my dear
Represent what I fear
Cos everything you say is lies
I don't know where to go cos I know if I go
Then I'll probably ruin tonight

And it's not my fault
That we're standin here
Listening to you

And it's not my fault
That we're standin here
Listening to you

Meanwhile
His animal style
Has got himself a bird
He just looked in her eyes
Took a sip of her wine
And he didn't have to say a word
I've got a netball game
And it's starting to rain
Can we please just call it a night?
And as the crowd gathers round
There's someone on the ground
I think he's lost the verbal fight

And I don't wanna see you go home
Tonight
I'll share a head and a bed
With you tonight

Do it do do do it