The first single from the new album "Monkey Suit"! To be in the music video, check this link: http://www.billyrowan.co.uk/star-in-the-official-video-for-last-chance-to-dance/

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Last Chance To Dance

# I. 

Oh no I'm falling to pieces again

And I'm sure that this will be end

And we're alone on this rock

I picking the lock and I'm coming out blasting

Fasting every so often, till I'm I'm coffin

Resistance will soften

# II. 

And then it'll melt into gray

Like with each passing I will feel more awake

And all my regrets will vanish, and somehow I'll manage to undo mistakes

# III. 

I'm casting Enchantments and trashing encampment of love addled stampheads

With my drug at my side, I don't even have hide I can broadcast my life

# IV.

I am dead to the world, giving head to girls

The ones who spiral liked they're whorled, guard up sturdy and burled

# V. 

I figured by now I'd be dead or in jail

Or bled out on rails

Head blown off with a brain full of pain killers no doubt 

# VI. 

Out of here is where head 

Not even one drop bled, though the dropping sands.

I said I'd do it, I know my plans

# VII. 

No, I'm not who you say

God is dead, so I pray 

For my absolution, absolutely losing my 

# VIII. 

Head down

Eyes closed

I know she knows

# IX.

But that's just how it goes

Suicide is terrorism, I'm rigged to blow

Since 2017, yeah I tried to take it slow

With the manic ideation of escaping situations like

# X. 

This pain. These drugs. 

I'm sure we're fucked

Oh No (I'm Falling To Pieces Again)

I wrote this song following the riots that took place across the UK in 2011. It was a response to the way in which our Government and media chose to demonise the young people involved, looking for an easy scapegoat, rather than looking at the social conditions and inequality that led us to that point.

Our Streets

Don't Buy It

Cumstain on the Sofa (ft. Jack Bird)

i've never called a hotline in my life
but i've wanted to die quite a few times
you say i do this to myself
i say go to hell

you hang up and i cry myself to sleep
morning comes and i pretend we're happy as can be
you go off and slowly forget me

if i have to spend one more day waiting for something to happen
i'm gonna die
parts of me are scared for my health
and parts of me are ready to say goodbye

i don't mean to worry you but i'm running out of time
and i don't mean to worry you but i don't know how to just be alive

come hold me like you used to
you hate me but i still need you

i guess i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry
i'm sorry

i love you
i love you
i love you
i'm sorry

i hate me
i hate me
i hate me
i hate me
i hate me
i hate me
i hate me
i hate me

you make me
hate me
hate me
hate me
you make me
hate me
hate me
hate me

god, god
god
god?
god, god
god
if you're out there set me free
if you're out there leave me be

give me back the one i need
give me back the one i need
make me feel something besides apathy

i need you to save me

last resort

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