Outline

[Verse 1]
I walked out of the interview second question
Cos I wasn't in the best mood to reflect on myself
Punk rock ain't preparation
But at least it offers opportunity to escape
Sometimes I feel like an outline of myself:
Dead-eyed and disconnected
If the world is a stage, and we are all players
Then I fuck up my lines more than I intended

[Chorus]
Are we all animals in here?
I'm conscious that I'm losing control
Are we all animals in hеre?

[Verse 2]
Escapism, framed and wrapped by a rock and roll historian
Wеathered in Leatherspoons
Two for one cocktails, more shots in the jug please
My rose-tinted glasses smashed in the last bar
Now all I see is carnage; it's not romantic, it's not rock and roll
We're drinking from plastic, when did we get old?
I can't remember my reasons for getting this fucked in the first place
Maybe it's somebody's birthday? Or just another Thursday
In this big-fish-little-pond town?
And drinking real ale don't make you a connoisseur
More of an arrogant piss artist
Who's assigning higher worth to his destruction

[Verse 3]
We're decaying daily
And the carpet in this place is worn and so am I
Are we so scared of failing
That we'll pretend that we don't even try?
It's the cyclical nature of life
And the cynical nature of lies
That keeps us spinning
And I walked out of the interview second question

[Chorus]
Are we all animals in here?
I'm conscious that I'm losing control
Are we all animals in here?