Lyrics Perfect Coffee - Kate Tempest
Now
just
two
doors
down
In
the
first
floor
flat
And
the
old
ramshackle
house
With
the
broken
down
porch
and
the
novelty
doorbell
The
lights
are
still
on
Zoe
plays
her
music
low,
she's
got
a
bottle
on
the
go
Everything's
in
boxes
It's
been
a
long
night
packing
Clothes
in
black
bin
bags
Blu-Tack
greasing
the
paintwork
What
the
fuck
is
all
this
stuff?
There's
the
road
sign
stolen
from
Quick
Shag
Street
Shirts,
and
skirts,
posters,
CDs
Comedy
coasters,
broken
TV
Birthday
card
that
her
sister
made
In
the
distant
past
when
she
turned
13
Hair
stuff,
books,
love
letters
she
can't
bin
And
outside,
the
night,
and
inside,
the
last
hurrah
Limited
edition
Air
Max
1 tens
Che
Guevara
bust,
complete
with
his
ornamental
glass
cigar
Naff
for
years,
the
landlord
never
fixed
the
shower
And
the
mold
kept
growing
up
the
kitchen
walls
He'll
do
it
up
nice
now,
sure
Repaint
it,
he's
tripled
the
rent
He's
gonna
get
it,
and
all
She's
only
got
a
few
hours
left
To
get
the
room
all
packed
and
clean
Zoe
goes
to
the
window
Looks
to
the
street
Lights
up
a
smoke
It's
04:18
The
squats
we
used
to
party
in
Are
flats
we
can't
afford
The
dumps
we
did
our
dancing
in
Have
all
been
restored
Pints
are
up
two
quid
The
staff
are
beautiful
and
bored
You
think
it's
coming
up
'round
here?
It's
falling
on
its
sword
It
don't
feel
like
home
no
more
I
don't
speak
the
lingo
Since
when
was
this
a
winery?
It
used
to
be
the
bingo
I've
walked
these
streets
for
all
my
life
They
know
me
like
no
other
But
the
streets
have
changed
I
no
longer
feel
them
shudder
Alright,
alright,
I
get
the
gist
Who's
city
is
this?
It
doesn't
want
me
no
more
I've
had
a
glimpse
into
the
future,
it
stinks
London's
a
walled
fort,
it's
all
for
the
rich
If
you
fall
short,
you
fall,
and
you
know
where
the
door
is
Board
up
the
broken,
do
it
up,
sell
it
back
Make
it
bespoke,
it's
all
out
in
the
open
It's
fine,
man,
hike
the
price
right
up
And
smile
with
your
friends
in
the
posh
new
nightclubs
My
streets
have
been
dug
up,
repaved
New
routes
for
commuters,
the
landscape
has
changed
I'm
lookin'
for
the
old
tags,
The
graffs
that
once
meant
safe
territory
But
it
seems
every
hieroglyph
gets
whitewashed
eventually
And
so
I'm
moving
on
I've
got
it
all
to
play
for
I'll
be
the
invader
in
some
other
neighbourhood
I'll
be
sipping
perfect
coffee
Thinkin',
"This
is
pretty
good"
While
the
locals
grit
their
teeth
and
hum
"Another
fucking
one
has
come"
All
I
see
is
luxury
tenements,
woebegone
residents
Redolent
resin-heads
puffing
on
pleasure
Everyone's
reckoning
something
is
beckoning
There's
never
been
anything,
there's
only
forever
Towering
tower
blocks,
scaffolding
rattling
The
tube
is
prattering
ram
full
of
passengers
Smashing
its
way
into
town,
we
are
scavengers
Scrapping
around
in
the
sludge
for
our
sustenance
Have
a
dash
party
life,
rubbing
our
shoulders
Into
the
mould,
yes,
we
do
what
we're
told
We're
Sisyphus
pushing
his
boulder
The
kids
are
alright,
but
the
kids
will
get
older
1 Picture a Vacuum
2 Lionmouth Door Knocker
3 Ketamine for Breakfast
4 Europe Is Lost
5 We Die
6 Whoops
7 Brews
8 Don't Fall In
9 Pictures on a Screen
10 Perfect Coffee
11 Grubby
12 Breaks
13 Tunnel Vision
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