Criminals - Johnny Foreigner

We traded our secrets for shortcuts and blankets

We mapped out our futures as clouds drew around us

Our atlas embraces our guts like romantics

We never expected the end so soon

(Ah)

With the cold dead eyes of ex-Ramshackle DJs

Falling off the plane like I’m sorry how you missed the parade

(Drifted apart, drifted apart)

Picking through the rubble with the ghosts of the Astoria

(So leave the wrecking ball)

Let the bodies in the club match the bodies in the ground

Say NEVER.

NEVER!

Misplaced confidence

These boys are only adults

It’s happy hour for the wallflowers

Where do I stand?

Misplaced confidence

These rooms will always be so dumb

Happy hour for the wallflowers

So yr town’s run by criminals

Closed yr clubs and sold you out, for what?

Yr town’s run by criminals

They sold you out, they sold you out

Yr town’s run by criminals

Sold you out and closed yr clubs, for what?

Yr town’s run by criminals

You’re almost all, you’re almost all that’s left

(Ah)

There’s so many sharks that some are about to fall together

Shooting from the roof while the record starts to crump away

(Drifted apart, drifted apart)

Saving up yr time, saving yr sick days for something

(So let this mask lie)

Let the length of the queue, let the length of yr skirt say NEVER.

NEVER!

Misplaced confidence

These boys are only adults

It’s happy hour for the wallflowers

Where do I stand?

Misplaced confidence

These rooms will always be so dumb

Happy hour for the wallflowers

So yr town’s run by criminals

Closed yr clubs and sold you out, for what?

Yr town’s run by criminals

They sold you out, they sold you out

Yr town’s run by criminals

Sold you out and closed yr clubs, for what?

Yr town’s run by criminals

You’re almost all, you’re almost all that’s left

What’s courage

If it’s come to this

Yr town’s run by criminals

Closed yr clubs and sold you out, for what?

Yr town’s run by criminals

They sold you out, they sold you out

Yr town’s run by criminals

Sold you out and closed yr clubs, for what?

Yr town’s run by criminals

You’re almost all, you’re almost all that’s left