Recorded, mixed and mastered by Matej Gobec (Rsl Production)
Album design by Matija Zelić
lyrics
You're sinking into deepness of his cold cold hands
I can see it in your look
That you're thinking "oh man"
He'll put you on the side when he needs to chat with
His boys from the yard
And they are all the same, yeah
All the same, holding balls of fame
All the same, yeah
While chit-chatin' he doesn't have a clue
That the guy beside you is trying to impress you
He gave you a drink with his number on the bill
Saying "Honey you know, I'm from the Upper hill"
But then, things got out of control
'cause your boyfriend saw what we all saw
He came back with his friends and it got all out of hand
Oh Disclosure, was never closer
Instead of dancers, blood is on the floor
Whiskeys are expensive when it's time to go home
That's how it works in this failed town of mine
So please tell me what else can I do
But sit and cry..
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