Ian Dowling - Tyrants lyrics

Eyes rolled back guess we were living fast Where did you go, yeah where did you go? Your eyes go to show, that it was so rare to see you sober And so the streetlights would carry us home And I spent my nights trying to get a grip of you And I did my best to get my hands under your jacket So we could make a racket But your divine ribs would help break mine We hit the ground so let's hit the ground Nothing's alright, believe me I won't feel the same in the mornin' Nothing's alright, we're leavin And I won't feel the same in the mornin' Tyrants help build us They won't mind throwin us away Tyrants help build us They won't mind throwin us away Tyrants help build us They won't mind throwin us away Tyrants help build us They won't mind throwin us away [Trippin' outro]