The Boys Are Calling You

by The 55

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The Boys Are Calling You is the debut EP from The 55.

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released September 16, 2019

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Track Name: Darlin'
I was waiting for the time,
that you would come and cross my mind,
Playing tricks and little games,
Your head spins round to give me something to tame.

Throw mixed signals straight at me,
And hide behind your eyes of green,
Your smile gives the boys,
The heartache they’ve always wanted to see.

Darlin’ you always go but you ain’t goin far,
Darlin’ you have an iron brain and a stone heart,
Darlin’ you want the boys that all look the same,
Darlin’ you want them to be shouting your name.

Your language is black and white,
Tainted with painted lipstick shine,
You turn all those slags,
Into the little boys that run away.

You’re addicted to the guys,
That full up both your ego eyes,
But I’m addicted to,
Your heart made of lies.

Darlin’ you always go but you ain’t goin far,
Darlin’ you have an iron brain and a stone heart,
Darlin’ you want the boys that all look the same,
Darlin’ you want them to be shouting your name.

Darlin’ you always go but you ain’t goin far,
Darlin’ you have an iron brain and a stone heart,
Darlin’ you want the boys that all look the same,
Darlin’ you want them to be shouting your name.
Track Name: Bastards & Barstools
The only reason I came was to see you fall
Don’t sit there gagging for it you think you’ll take them all
I’ll tell you one thing straight sir the lights blocking your eyes
Cause none of these girls are impressed by your jeans and blood red tie

The only reason that you came
Get yourself right back in the game
I’ll tell you one thing straight
It's just bastards & barstools

You sit there cracking jokes your chest puffed to the max
Your faker than fucking quorn yeah sit down and relapse
You smell of beer and denial it's time to face the truth
It’s three in the morning, you’re the only bloke under the roof

The only reason that you came
Get yourself right back in the game
I’ll tell you one thing straight
It's just bastards & barstools

Get on home, it's getting late, get on
Get on home, it's getting late
Go!

The only reason that you came
Get yourself right back in the game
I’ll tell you one thing straight
It's just bastards & barstools
Track Name: The Juggernaut
I always get that call in the morning
Telling me you left your money with the wallet from that girls’ pocket last night
Sun came up we were on the grass
Your hands and talons seem to grasp for the last drop of your Coors lite
You turn to me as if to say
Mate what we doing today
And what’d we do last night

Being young, being drunk and all pissed off, Watching girls twice our age downing Smirnoff
What a life
Picking fights with the next geezer that stares in me eyes watch my ears and nostrils flare
Hit him there
Down the street see some tracky bottom pricks, ego’s full cause they spent eighty quid on kicks
Tiny dicks
Come up with their trousers below their knees talking roadman like bruv and innit b
Learn English please

Too late to be out drinking, too young to be overthinking
Now your folks won’t let you out for another week
Carlsberg tastes like piss you know it, in the end you’ll always blow it
Cause the only words that you’re able to speak, are

Stop, the night begins to freeze, we’re up to our knees
Stop, she makes eyes with me, hold my bottle please (1,2,3 go)
Watch the men come up all dressed in blue, come up to us like “what’d we do
What’s wrong with you?”
“Please sir can you walk in a straight line”, for God's sake officer I’m feeling fine
What a lie

Too late to be out drinking, too young to be overthinking
Now your folks won’t let you out for another week
Carlsberg tastes like piss you know it, in the end you’ll always blow it
Cause the only words that you’re able to speak, are

(woooo, oi oi)

Too late to be out drinking, too young to be overthinking
Now your folks won’t let you out for another week
Carlsberg tastes like piss you know it, in the end you’ll always blow it
Cause the only words that you’re able to speak, are

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