Vaudeville - The Brunettes

It still feels empty on the inside

When you’ve had enough to eat

It’s guaranteed to make you bitter and older

It’s the truth before you go to sleep, oh

It’s reminiscing about the street where you lived as a kid

It’s playing songs by the band you were once in

It’s following bad sitcoms on the tube

And going supermarket shopping, and it’s just you alone

(La la la, la la-la la la-la)

(La la la, la la-la la la-la)

With your muse and your bottle of wine (La la la, la la-la la la-la)

You can listen to that little boy inside (La la la, la la-la la la-la)

It’s getting paranoid over a joke you never got

Holding down a 9-to-5, wishing for a reason to just stop

(La la la, la la-la la la-la)

(La la la, la la-la la la-la)

With your muse and your bottle of wine (La la la, la la-la la la-la)

You can listn to that little boy inside (La la la, la la-la la la-la)

Some creep go vaudville

With backdrops, stage props and pyrotechnics too

He’s cashing in all those chips tonight, and then he’s going solo

(La la la, la la-la la la-la)