Blackout from Spider by Dekomodo

Kiss the street, feel the heat
dance along to the beat

It’s a date, see you at 8
I’ll meet you by the gate

Take your time, I don’t mind
I’ve already had a little wine

Sight’s blurry, light’s flurry
My heartbeat is in a hurry

Cause every chance I get, forget the debt
Drink till I blackout

Regret the fallout



Live your prime, spend your dime
What’s wrong with a little crime?

Feeling hot, take a shot
maybe smoke a little pot

Dress classy, call a taxi
vomit in the back seat

Pour your brain, down the drain
Every week it’s all the same

Cause Every chance I get, forget the debt
Drink till I blackout

Regret the fallout

• Electronic
• Experimental
• bedroom
• dance
• experimental electronic
• experimental rock
• indie
• indie rock
• industrial
• post-punk
• singer-songwriter
• Brisbane