The Downtons - Distaste Lyrics

He waltzes down, past the neon green
Opposite the kebab shop, with a fiver, a condom, and a dream
Oh look at the one and only
Dressed and blessed in all his clothes of black
Oh when he tries to console with
The dirty, murky, impression on his back
Full up with the passion proposals
Sick breaks, heartaches, all keep sending him back
Narcissism is nothing that he likes
As the evening's setting off panic attacks
He tries so desperately to please
The messiah of the pretentious and the dead
They lowered the price that's why he's here
The demon of the two-four-one club night of the year
And god does he need to be seen
Pondering how he can get between your thighs
Although you try to look impressed
He just leaves you with a sense of distress
And then he moves on as if everything is fine
Blurring up between the content and his lines
His hands reach out to feel your face
But he's nothing more than all our Distaste
And god does he want to rule the world
Catching eyes and feeling lost tonight
He takes you along to the toilets
Took a tab and now he's feeling alright
He tries so desperately to please
But no one gives a shit to hear him
He's begging to you on his knees
But he still makes you feel you're beneath him
And god does he need to be seen
Pondering how he can get between your thighs
Although you try to look impressed
He just leaves you with a sense of distress
And then he moves on as if everything is fine
Blurring up between the content and his lines
His hands reach out to feel your face
But he's nothing more than all our Distaste
With all his friends, thinking the birds are dolled up tonight
And still he looks lonely, as he's walking in there under the lights, oh