Routine

Inside the band's still playing, they're slurring the chorus Back on the street, hands are in his pockets Followed from a distance, but not too close Dark and residential It's routine (huh hah huh) Routine (hah huh ha huh) It's routine (huh hah huh) It's all intentional Flaming matches in the mouths of People dead-set on taking What they think always Belongs to them The show's over now, they're stumbling upstairs Basking in the glutton of a thousand young glares They hold you above every consequence They all looked up to you It's routine (huh hah huh) Routine (hah huh ha huh) It's routine (huh hah huh) It's all sensational Dragging couches over concrete People breathing in the Fumes of forbidden places All the time now