Fontaines D.C. - Boys In The Better Land

You're not alive until you start kicking
When the room is spinning and the words aren't sticking
And the radio's all about a runaway model
with a face like sin and a heart like a James Joyce novel

Saying "sister, sister, how I missed ya, missed ya
Let's go wrist to wrist let's take the skin off of my blister"
If you're a rockstar, pornstar, superstar - doesn't matter what you are,
get yourself a good car, get out of here

But the boys in the better land
You're always talking about the boys in the better land
The boys in the better land
But the boys in the better land
You're always talking about the boys in the better land
The boys in the better land

Driver's got names to fill two double barrels
He spits out "Brits out", only smokes Carroll's

And he's refreshing the world in mind, body, and spirit
Mind, body, and spirit
You better hear it and fear it
Oh that's the spirit

Saying "sister, sister, how I missed ya, missed ya,
Let's go wrist to wrist, and take the skin off of my blister"
If you're a rockstar, pornstar, superstar - doesn't matter what you are,
get yourself a good car, get out of here

But the boys in the better land
You're always talking about the boys in the better land
The boys in the better land
But the boys in the better land
You're always talking about those boys in the better land
The boys in the better land