Young Drunk - The Smith Street Band

One day there will come a time

When the person you are named after dies

And all of a sudden you’re the only one left

And out of something as insincere as pride

You’ll change the way you turned on time

To remember the smiles

As we stood out front of the little church

The traffic just close enough to drown out

Whatever we heard the families say

As they waved the hearse away

And tonight I’m getting young drunk

Walking down the streets where I grew up

Knowing that they’re to blame

And all the red brick fences look the same

I’m getting young drunk

Walking 'round the streets where I grew up

Knowing that they’re to blame

And all the red brick fences look the same

Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah

Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah

Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh

And all alone in the suburbs

I can make as much noise as I want

Without disturbing more than the wind did the trees

And passing cars and security lights

Guide my way home through the night

And it feels safe here

And the neighbours aren’t close enough to hate me

And tonight I’m getting young drunk

Walking 'round the streets where I grew up

Knowing that they’re to blame

And all the red brick fences look the same

I’m getting young drunk

Walking round the streets where I grew up

Knowing that they’re to blame

And all the red brick fences look the same

Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah

Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah

Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh

But I finally found a home

In a handful of people I was lucky enough to bump into

We act like pessimists, but we’re in love with it

And I’m in love with you

And our tiny bed in the upstairs front room

Of a run-down terrace house

Which is obviously perfect as it sounds

Even in the summer

When the cardboard window

That you tape on every day falls out

And wakes us up

And tonight I’m getting young drunk

Walking 'round the streets where I grew up

Knowing that they’re to blame

And all the red brick fences look the same

I’m getting young drunk

Walking 'round the streets where I grew up

Knowing that they’re to blame

And all the red brick fences look the same

Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah

Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah

Oh-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh-oh

All alone in the suburbs