Middle Class Fashion — Cracked the Bottle lyrics

Lyrics

Cracked the bottle, I’m shot through
Trade in lines, my debt is due
Meet me there to collect
I have something for you
Showed up half-drunk, not there yet
Eyes are closed, my mind is set
Probably best when we’re kept
Safely at arms length
It’s a kindred adoration
You’re a static radio station
That I rest on cause I like the vibration
Under street lights, after dark
This destruction made of art
Ties our hands, blows our plans
Still we play our part
Cracked the bottle, I’m shot through
Trade in lines, my debt is due
Meet me there to collect
I have something for you