Brutal Youth - Post Tour Depression
текст песни

Everything drifts away out there on the road
Trouble’s around but I’ll sort it out when I get back home

Two years off and three weeks on
Our window’s smashed, we just got robbed
Late nights, dumb fights, and every chance I’ve blown
Drowned in debt and overdrawn
I lost my partner, lost my job
It all meant nothing
It all means nothing

Everything drifts away out there on the road
Trouble’s around but I’ll sort it out when I get back home
Everything sinks away
I feel so alone
Trouble’s around but I’ll sort it out when I get back home