None of Us Are Getting Out of This Life Alive

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner]
I don't like my country, it's more of an addiction
The way girls fixate and pore over lip gloss
I'm hard to love, I make idiot jokes
But those the hardest to love are those that need it the most
Some people drink to be interesting
Some people drink to be interested
The boss comes, fuck delays
Lust rushes, love waits
Fuck the crushes at rush hour
Luck in love is like government power
Just fuckin' bust case

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
None of us are getting out of this life alive
None of us are getting out of this life alive
Full fathom five, my father lies
None of us are getting out of this life alive

[Verse 2: Joe Talbot]
None of us are getting out of this life alive
None of us are getting out of this life alive
That's why I don't go gentle into that good night
That's why I'm shining brighter than the brightest light
I twinkle like my blade in the belly of the right
'Cause dullards don't shine for shit, they just talk shite
Shoulda, woulda, coulda does not build prophecies of height
So I'll be mouth and eyes for the sore foresight
Never act like an Audi driver
Never mix with the drink spikers
Never seen with the seat pissers
Never ever been a game misser
'Cause missin' a game'll keep me up all night
'Cause none of us are getting out of this life alive
None of us are getting out of this life alive

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
None of us are getting out of this life alive
None of us are getting out of this life alive
Full fathom five, my father lies
None of us are getting out of this life alive

[Verse 3: Mike Skinner]
When I was a young boy, I painted my room black
When I was a young boy, I rated the boom bap
Cut to aerial footage of a scary estate
Keep going and prove them right, send for everyone in the night
Returning to home, still yearning to leave
Turn in the sun in worsening seas
Determined to put my searching at ease
Circling seagulls determined to eat
Into the smoke of the blue-green and chalk
Sinking and glowing and dipping, we talk
Until the cliffs become big on our port side
Closer and taller, it makes me feel short
Calling me back at the start of the year
All I ask is a star to steer

[Chorus: Mike Skinner]
None of us are getting out of this life alive
None of us are getting out of this life alive
Full fathom five, my father lies
None of us are getting out of this life alive
None of us are getting out of this life alive
None of us are getting out of this life alive
Full fathom five, my father lies
None of us are getting out of this life alive