I let my friend live upstairs in the spare room for a minute
He needed space and he paid, never relayed to our letting agent that we did it
(That's illegal)
(I sublet, yeah) I admit it, document on tape
The greatest crime this nation's saving grace devised and then committed

I just wanna make a point
That the culture would've died
And post-punk's latest poster boys wouldn't have got to ride
On the coattails of the dead
And claim that their derision is a vehicle for their vision of subverting it instead
Now subliminal exposure is exploding in your head
'Cause you know that we were goading, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, one night up in the attic listening to grammatics
Drinking cans and shooting the shit
We reeled off all of our hopes and dreams and made a list
And there was one singular ambition we had
That most musicians of our ilk aren't willing to admit
And it was to this mantra we would commit

(We make hits) two broke millennial men
(We'd do it again) every night on the back of the bus
(You know it ain't no fuss) we're on the same wage
(We ain't afraid to get paid on stage)
Fan fiction caught in the act is a fact
If you get your back backed up at that
(You won't be missed)
(Now we make hits) but not hits like Nile Rodgers
Just that we ain't hook dodgers
(We make hits, we make hits)

Right, so when we were done kissing
We finally formed this band
And we signed to a subsidiary of Universal Inc.
'Cause the water keeps on rising
And we know there's no surprising
Anyone with eyes and ears 'round here
That we're all gonna sink

And we just wanna have some fun before we're sunk
And if that's the attitude you exude, then you know you're really-

(We make hits) two broke millennial men
(We'd do it again) every night on the back of the bus
(You know it ain't no fuss) we're on the same wage
(We ain't afraid to get paid on stage)
Fan fiction caught in the act is a fact
If you get your back backed up at that
(You won't be missed)
(Now we make hits) but not hits like Nile Rodgers
Just that we ain't hook dodgers
(We make hits, we make hits)

I'm still an anti-C-A-P-I-T-A-L-I-S-T
It just so happens that there's other things I happen to be
So I'm gonna keep flinging shit until enough of it sticks
(Break down the walls)
And if it's not a hit, we were being ironic
(Yeah) Writer/s: Christopher Duffin, James Smith, Jay Russell, Ryan Needham, Samuel Shipstone
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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