
Same Time, Next Week?
Minimalist instrumentation, A post-punk revival groove kicks off with crisp, reverbed guitars, energetic indie-rock rhythms, and driving bass. Pop punk drums propel infectious hooks, layered with new wave synth stabs. Chopped gospel choir samples swirl in,

Same Time, Next Week?
Minimalist instrumentation, A post-punk revival groove kicks off with crisp, reverbed guitars, energetic indie-rock rhythms, and driving bass. Pop punk drums propel infectious hooks, layered with new wave synth stabs. Chopped gospel choir samples swirl in,
Lyrics
Room's a mess right now, (i know)
Head's thumpin' right now, (i know)
Big night out in town, (oh no)
And you put on, quite, a, show,
Stumblin' and bumblin'-
Around, and, around-
Drool's on your pillow,
But your head's on the ground,
Regretting everything and anything,
Why do we do this to ourselves? (i dunno?)
Same time, next week?
Are ya, ready, keepin' steady,
Buddy, gotta keep up the streak,
Feelin', burnt up, and, tossed around, and,
Our lives are feelin' bleak, so, uhhh,
Yeah, same time, next week?
Bathroom looks like a sewage tank, (i know),
Can't even remember, how, much, we, drank, (oh no)
Go on, go, on, till the headache's gone, and-
your bed is torn, your own will, a thorn on your side,
Done partakin' for now, but give it some time, and-
then you've forgotten all about it so it's, open, wide...
Think ya twisted your ankle, man,
Freezer left open, it's all flooded, man,
Made a pizza, oven's still on, man,
Hear that ringin' sound, uh,
Keepin' ya bound, uh-
Until the circle comes, back, around,
Same time, next week?
Are ya, ready, keepin' steady,
Buddy, gotta keep up the streak,
Feelin', burnt up, and, tossed around, and,
Our lives are feelin' bleak, so, uhhh,
Yeah, same time, next week?
(Yeah, same time, next week!!)
How did that stain get up there, (dunno)
Is there a mug of water near, (dunno)
Wounded soldier, down for the count, and-
Nothin' unusual, don't, stop, and, stare,
Feelin' like-a Bill Murray goin' back to the start,
Wanna say no, man, but I don't have the heart,
Should-a asked if we could take a week off,
But I backed out last minute, just pretended to cough,
Well, here we go again..
Same time, next week?
Are ya, ready, keepin' steady,
Buddy, gotta keep up the streak,
Feelin', burnt up, and, tossed around, and,
Our lives are feelin' bleak, so, uhhh,
Yeah, same time, next week?
(Yeah, same time, next week!!)
