Yard Act - Dark Days
Pre-order options for Dark Days/ Peanuts 7" here : smarturl.it/yadarkdays The truth was sold That's where the trail goes cold My shoulders shudder at the thought Of puffing my chest out as I walk home alone Under the arches, there’s this bloke With car boot full of stolen phones, knock off cologne and mink carcasses Near mint condition from Selfridges mate I see arsonists with business rates etched on the back of empty match boxes Police officers getting their truncheons polished off in the bushes Wondering what all the fuss is about And what I’m looking at But If looks could kill, My vacant gaze wouldn’t even pierce the skin I’m not lazy, ambition is just something I have no interest in At least when I meet my maker, I’ll embrace my mistakes As I descend to the bowels of hell with a shit eating grin on my face Dark days It’s a never ending cycle of abuse Dark days I have the blues and I can’t shake them loose I was skeptic due to how the media had depicted ya Though getting to know you better We clicked and so we stuck together Turning the corner of the burning cenotaph Those coppers clocked us Stopped us and shook us up and down With no grounds to and no due process They started discussing whether to let us off for doing nothing Or maybe pop us just for ‘looking like’ We might be hiding something But then the Radio buzzed in, ‘they caught carboot man with the lot’ Thank fuck I bought you enough time Not to get shot. dark days It’s a never ending cycle of abuse I had the blues I can’t shake them loose My best ideas are borrowed, but they’re never half baked They’re hard to swallow, Hey! Life’s an acquired taste And if you wanna climb the ladder of success in this world Take my advice and reinvent the reel completely, believe me #yardact #darkdays
