Future Of The Left - Anchor lyrics

Sobriety demands That my face ignore my hands That my sweat destroy my grip And leave me at the mercy of crows There's money in it Baking in the sh** of a Saturday night At last, a job to love Now get 'em boys (No one, no one, no one, no one, noonenoone) (No one, no one, no one, no one, noonenoone) (No one, no one, no one, no one, noonenoone) (No one, no one, no one, no one) No one will, no one will, no one will know No one will tell if you carry it well No one will care if you throw the bottles in your neighbour's garden twice a week No one will, no one will, no one will know No one will tell if you carry it well No one will care if you throw the bottles in your neighbour's garden twice a week (Twice a week) Force my tongue down the back of her throat In a silent place Camp cams and Atlantic winds Waiting for a biblical flood I've got nothing on it An intern has got nothing on me I crack the code on the second go Dragging my fists on the beggars (boys) But no one will, no one will ever know No one will, no one will ever know Said no one will, no one will ever know Drain yourself on Wednesday, prepare your liver for the weekend Drain yourself on Wednesday, at midnight we begin Drain yourself on Wednesday, prepare your liver for the weekend Drain yourself on Wednesday, at midnight we begin No one will, no one will, no one will know No one will tell if you carry it well No one will care if you throw the bottles in your neighbours garden twice a week No one will, no one will, no one will know No one will tell if you carry it well No one will care if you throw the bottles in your neighbours garden twice a week Twice a week Twice a week Twice a week Twice a week Twice a week Twice a week Twice a week Twice Twice Twice Twice