Silence

The sound of silence

It sounds so sweet

Precipitating violence

On these Brighton streets

Tommy boy was down like fifteen Stellas on his ones like a cappella

The beginning of the end, this night was alpha and omega

Neck a Jägerbomb, invader storm, a gliding vodka chaser

Drunken and disorderly, no ordinary behavior

He was fucking smashed to put it lightly

Stumbled off his stool and calls the barmaid not politely (Oi)

Dicey glances from security, certainly they get lively

Waiting for a reason to leave Tommy boy untidy

What a state, your barred matе, procedure

He vacatеs the place to meet his dealer

Fetch a gram of white, a side of reefer

A shaky fate awaits the shady geezer

I need a couple of everything

Ecstasy, cocaine, and ketamine

Nitrous, amphetamine, mescaline hit

And the little blue pill, so my dude stay stiff

Wasted, Tommy gets white-boy wasted

That's white on the gums, can't taste it

Like a new dangoon till your face shift

It's adjacent to the pavement

Stumble down Brighton pavement

Like it's fear and loathing in Vegas

There's a yank on the sidewalk pacing

So Tommy squares up like

Silence

It sounds so sweet

Precipitating— hoo

On these Brighton streets

Timothy was in the UK only for a few days

Had a business conference Monday night, but then on Tuesday

He went to see the sights and Ubered out to Brighton

Before he had that return flight to Staten Island

And you see now, Timmy had the wife and kids at home

So in recent years, he left the drink alone

But he's a whole ocean away

And when in Rome, what could go wrong?

Was the mindset that he had that evening

Just one quick drink before leaving

Ordered a dirty martini

Soaked in the sights he was seeing

Had to go and hit that water closet

And he had himself one hell of a piss

Walked back to the bar, left a real good tip

And he saw that his drink had a few more sips

So he drank it down and then walked outside

Not knowing that he would be in for a ride

'Cause all of a sudden, he feels like he's high

And his vision is blurring and he don't know why

Roofied, Timmy got date rape roofied

Like that Hangover movie

And now he's in for a doozy, feeling woozy

And he truly could barely stand upright

That's when he ran into some British dickhead looking to fight

So Timmy squared up like

Silence

It sounds so— shh

Precipitating violence

On these Brighton Streets

On a fateful night on a Brighton street

Two lost souls, they face and meet

One deranged on booze and E

The other spiked with GHB

So face to face with bloodshot eyes

They sow the seeds of their demise

On this Brighton street where the darkness looms

These two young men will meet their doom

Swing and punch

I dip and duck

Get fucked, headbutt

Woah, what the fuck?

You yankee cunt

Wait, I've been drugged

Well, I guess that that makes two of us

No, really, man, wait, hear me out

Just come a little closer

Ow, you sneaky prick

Oh, you like that shit?

Free dental care

My tooth is chipped

They were fucked up anyways, you're a Brit

Ah, classic American, cultureless

We are the culture

Suck my dick and then wash it down with some Ozempic

Wait, what?

Your people are fat and dumb

Oh, yeah? Well, at least we got guns

Ever since 1781, we've been on top

Lad, are you done?

Not yet, you fuck, here's an uppercut

But I'm ducking down and I struck his gut

And I grab his coat and I pick him up

But we both fell down 'cause I kicked his nuts

Get off me, you prick

I can't, I'm stuck, I can't see straight

No, really get up 'cause, fuck, we're 'bout to get hit by this bus

Silence (Oh my God)

It sounds so sweet (Ah)

Precipitating violence on these streets

The sound of silence

It sounds so— hoo

Precipitating—

On these Brighton streets

Ah, fuck it, I'm done