King Of Wasterland Lyrics

The conversation's run dry as my mouth

We talk about getting high on nights out

Am I floating round in a room or hipster vacuum?

Kind of sucks when you're stuck after 'so what do you do?'

I can feel my brain cells are dying

At least my body will get a nice lie-in

I'll be cooler than thou and so underground

No bouncer in Berlin could turn me down

They'll say he's no ordinary man

He's going to be the King of Wasterland

Now I can hear the birds are singing

But the party here is just beginning

I'm admiring the sky with a Swedish guy

I can see outer space when I look in his eyes

And now I've got this powerful feeling

That later on I'll be admiring my ceiling

Will I fall through the cracks or get to Lidl and back?

Is heaven just a prelude to a panic attack?

They'll say he's no ordinary man

He's going to be the King of Wasterland

So tell me how you spend your time?

Well mainly I get messy and hoover lines

And then people come from far and wide

To gather round my sofa where I slowly writhe

And chant; Hail! The King of Wasterland!