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The Rear Admirals - Spending My Evenings at the Discotech Lyrics



The Rear Admirals - Spending My Evenings at the Discotech Lyrics




I'll tag along
God-forbid I should be alone on a Friday night
Might have fun
If I ever make it to the front of the line

Lack of personal space
Flashlight in my face
"Have you had any to drink tonight?"
I must have if I wanted to come to this place

And I used to want to be a writer
I found I was no good at it
It's hard to be Hemingway
But it's easy to replicate his drinking habits

Now I'm spending my evenings at the discotech
Where the floor is sticky and the air is wet
Spending my evenings at the discotech
I just want to get wrecked tonight

Head to the bathroom
Try to forget that sight
Head to the dance-floor
Try to forget I'm white

Anxiety ever-rising
Lay awake and dream of dying
Let's keep the conversation to
What sort of car you're driving

And I used to think about my future
I thought about it way too much
It's hard to special
But it's easy to just be just good enough

Now I'm spending my evenings at the discotech
Where the floor is sticky and the air is wet
Spending my evenings at the discotech
I just want to get wrecked tonight

Did you ever dream of happy endings?
Did you think you'd be suitable?
That girl from high school that you thought was beautiful
Just did pingas in the bathroom cubicle

Now I'm going home early from the discotech
Where the floor is sticky and the air is wet
Going home early from the discotech
My opinions are needed on the internet tonight
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I'll tag along
God-forbid I should be alone on a Friday night
Might have fun
If I ever make it to the front of the line

Lack of personal space
Flashlight in my face
"Have you had any to drink tonight?"
I must have if I wanted to come to this place

And I used to want to be a writer
I found I was no good at it
It's hard to be Hemingway
But it's easy to replicate his drinking habits

Now I'm spending my evenings at the discotech
Where the floor is sticky and the air is wet
Spending my evenings at the discotech
I just want to get wrecked tonight

Head to the bathroom
Try to forget that sight
Head to the dance-floor
Try to forget I'm white

Anxiety ever-rising
Lay awake and dream of dying
Let's keep the conversation to
What sort of car you're driving

And I used to think about my future
I thought about it way too much
It's hard to special
But it's easy to just be just good enough

Now I'm spending my evenings at the discotech
Where the floor is sticky and the air is wet
Spending my evenings at the discotech
I just want to get wrecked tonight

Did you ever dream of happy endings?
Did you think you'd be suitable?
That girl from high school that you thought was beautiful
Just did pingas in the bathroom cubicle

Now I'm going home early from the discotech
Where the floor is sticky and the air is wet
Going home early from the discotech
My opinions are needed on the internet tonight
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Writer: Alex Gates
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