I TELL LIES - BACK-ALLEY BARN DANCE

Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Just a victim of happenstance in a trance
Carried by your feet into the back alley barn dance
You never stood a chance
Not a peep through the window not even a glance
Not even a glance mate
Making friends, friends for life which doesn't mean much if you don't live through the night
Bottle of red that'll go to your head and you wake up in the morning with your kidneys on the dark web
Two for one she said
Ah that's cheap
Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Then there's Lorna, you would've adored her
Selling her wares over there on the corner
But the back-alley had to call her
Sewer rats feast another back-alley dance goner
Only punters left to mourn her
Only shop counters to adore her
Last chance so you think you can dance with this back-alley knight and his machete lance
Impervious thanks to his resistance to tranquillisers and a shopping bag filled with 37 improvised shanks
So you think you can dance
Well throw some fucking shapes then
Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Ha ha ha ha ha
I'm back on these bitches so why don't you see I work every day so tell me I'm free
I'm back on these bitches so why don't you see I work every day so tell me I'm free
I'm needing some vice and I won't ask twice you can feed me rice no more mr nice
No more mr nice and I won't ask twice
I need a
I need a
I need a
I need a
I need a
I need some vice
I need some vice
I need some vice
Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Back-alley barn dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Dance
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Written by:
Joel Tunningley, Rob Smith, Sam Mcloughlin, Steve Fearnley

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