Fontaines D.C. - Roman Holiday - Skinty Fia Sessions

Baby come on, get stoned, get stoned, get Excited, excited, excited, excited Get along, get along, get along, get along, get Heard about the week on the daily mail teach Baby come on, father gone, get's gone Heard you lied to the major, it won't be long Well I wish upon the wedding for a picture in the stack One day not far, don't forget who you are Skins you feel Baby come on, whose side are you on? I don't wanna see the queen, I already sing the song Well there's nothing in the hopes and the blood in their sons They claim to know the form in which genius comes Baby come on, get your high heels on It's a body is cold, it's a cross is one What atlas with another soft pain thrills What calamities wash all our brilliance to the hills Can you feel it? Feel it Baby 'Til the morning knows my name I'll find Baby come on, get stoned, get stoned, get Excited, excited, excited, excited Get along, get along, get along, get along, get Was it the weed? I don't know if that stoned ya Baby come on, get the hourglass on I was out into town, now I won't be long If the talk's getting cold we'll be chancing a nun Well you know what I'm saying, our day will come Can you feel it?