Outline PET NEEDS

[Verse 1]
I walked out of the interview second question
Cause I wasn't in the best mood to reflect on myself
Punk rock ain't preparation
But at least it offers opportunity to escape
Sometimes I feel like an outline of myself:
Dead-eyed and disconnected
If the world is a stage, and we are all players
Then I fuck up my lines more than I intended

[Chorus]
Are we all animals in here?
I'm conscious that I'm losing control
Are wе all animals in here?

[Verse 2]
Escapism, framed and wrappеd by a rock and roll historian
Weathered in Leatherspoons
Two for one cocktail mess, more shots in the jug please
My rose-tinted glasses smashed in the last bar
Now all I see is carnage; it's not romantic, it's not rock and roll
We're drinking from plastic, when did we get old?
I can't remember my reasons for getting this fucked in the first place
Maybe it's somebody's birthday?
Or just another Thursday
In this big-fish-little-pond town?
And drinking real ale don't make you a connoisseur
More of an arrogant piss artist
Who's assigning higher worth to his destruction