Loftus Lane

I’m walking down Loftus, laughing in its kitchen

Dancing 'round the legless and sitting on their faces

Parking for an hour, then running from the bill

Glaring at the nomads jumping off their window sill

And the crinkle cut black Windsors step into the sun

And Krishna sings for fun, or Jesus if He hears

And blowing in the wind, is the feeling of true turmoil

Coping with denial, that no one will ever die for you

(Woah) On Loftus Lane

I sat up and walked the distance, from my trivial existence

To fund that brew of rapists and larrikins’ decisions

And all that it requires is to travel past the garden

Where the sewer rats are pumping cologne into weather shift deniers

The airs is pulling backwards, the tails of my jacket

It's a sober mull that caffeine in my breathe just cannot hack it

Will i make it to my travel, will i make it to my bed

Will I die in Canvas City, die on Loftus Lane instead?

(Woah) On Loftus Lane

(Woah)

And it hums and howls and it hums and it howls

And it drags me away from my parents' place of stay

And it hums and howls and it hums and it howls

This town’s holed me away for too many years now

The roundabout is shattered, I can only swim right through

The traffic warden chuckles, as if I decide what to do

I figured I'd say high beam, swerve into neighbour lane

Think I'll run this bastard over, don't want to see his face again

I could’ve taken left, I could’ve swung a right

But the mind of Mister Loftus doesn’t work that way at night

(Woah) On Loftus Lane

(Woah)

And it hums and howls and it hums and it howls

And it drags me away from my parents' place of stay

And it hums and howls and it hums and it howls

This town’s holed me away for too many years now

Music and Lyrics by Hayden Davis

Produced and Engineered by 3k Short and Aden Thiess

Mastered by Don Bartley