The Cutters by Van Panther

Grim reapers wouldn't touch dole feeders,
And alakazam, you've got the whole room breathing your name,
It's just a game man, here's the thing yeah,
He smokes his Carroll's like a lion wouldn't tame his prey,
I do recall that brawl in the grimy pool hall,
Where that wasn't really meant to feel out of place,
And it'll all be grand, I couldn't weigh a gram to say

I'm sorry man but could you help me,
Versace, Karpackie, cocaine and champagne,
It's not an offer that's worth passing, mate I swear it's all just happening,
And you'll never get a seat again,
I'm bringing back the horseplay,
But I couldn't stop the cut

From shop windows to the crop top willows
Screaming give us a can, I couldn't give a fuck about your name,
Give me a ring yeah, Sisyphean yeah,
Get that ball rolling down and back into place,
I do recall that stall by the market place wall,
Where a man took a hammer to the place,
Screaming it'll all be grand, give us time on that gram he said

I'm sorry man but could you help me,
Versace, Karpackie, cocaine and champagne,
It's not an offer that's worth passing, mate I swear it's all just happening,
And you'll never get a seat again,
I'm bringing back the horseplay,
But I couldn't stop the cut (x2)

• Alternative
• Electronic
• Irish
• crank wave
• indie rock
• post-punk
• shoegaze
• Limerick