Cruisers and Carltons Lyrics

Allie grew up with her mother as an only child

Barely knew her brother and her father died

She was in high school when she met Dean

He was twenty-four and she was seventeen

It was at the continental at a metal night

Dean was the singer and thought that she was alright

They'll be putting out a single in a couple of weeks

If they don't start again, if it's fit for release

Jack's got a uni engineering degree

We grew up together, we lived on the same street

He came 'round for dinner, took my drunk friend home

I guess he figured when they got there, she wouldn't think to say no

Violet's got a job with a tattoo artist

He pays her in cash but she's happy regardless

She goes to the queer club every Saturday

And kisses all the girls but she's not even gay

They've got a table at the Continental

Next to the slaps, in the smoking section

And every night, they're downing cruisers and Carltons

They love the company but hate their friends

Peter shot a movie on the latest iPhone

He didn't have a crew so he did it on his own

It's about depression in a retail worker

But he told me that it's fiction, 'cause he works flipping burgers

Jess can paint but she always complains

She says she's too good and that's why nobody pays

She's starting up next week with hoops and poles

I figure by next year she'll be the star of the show

They've got a table at the Continental

Next to the slaps, in the smoking section

Every night, they're downing cruisers and Carltons

They love the company but hate their friends

We don't have to be like that

We don't have to be like that

We don't have to be like that

We don't have to be like that

So Allie's got a job in the same four walls

Fielding philosophies and phone calls

She's got a flat that she'll never own

'Cause she's saving up to buy a proper home

She lives with Dean who sometimes works at the bar

When it gets a little busy and they need extra staff

He's not committing to a part-time position

Because his single's under its final revision

They've got a table at the Continental

Next to the slaps, in the smoking section

Every night, they're downing cruisers and Carltons

They love the company but hate their friends