Indie rock, Medium tempo, alternative, positive, classic rock, rocking, Male and female vocals, distorted electric guitar, bass, drums
I asked the Top Brass, when's it gonna end
It's going nowhere fast, divided by ten
So watcha gonna do, with your killer cold hands
So watcha gonna do, how ya gonna turn around
Hey they're going to town
Livin' up, pullin' down, waking up, keep the wheels turning round
Well there's one thing that I want you to know
Everywhere's a wall, everywhere's a snow job
Oooo top brass, don't give em half a chance, for coming home
Yeah this top brass, don't give you half a chance, we're all alone
So early in the day, I creep into the sun
I crawl down from the trees, and take a look at everyone
I put it down to luck, and your killer cold hands
And your fatalism's all, it's all you can demand
Hey they're going to town
Livin' up, pullin' down, waking up, keep the wheels turning round
Well there's one thing that I want you to know
Everywhere's a wall, everywhere's a snow job
Oooo top brass, don't give em half a chance, for coming home
Yeah this top brass, don't give you half a chance, we're all alone
Oooo top brass, don't give you half a chance, for coming home
Yeah this top brass, don't give them half a chance, we're all alone