Lyrics

The spirit of the devil is in Canajetta
He can't help it
He can't

He sits upon... waiting... metal firestick
Halfway, halfway, waiting
He breaks the stick
He takes refuge in
Deserts, deserts him 
Don't forget Rememberance R
He sits upon fire escape
The icon doesn't work
He smothers his own, own tomorrow
Remember the trance
Rememberance, rememberance
Rememberance R

And the sadness comes
The train to spite
With objects that worth
He sees visions in gothic club
Awake here
And the house is keeping up
He doesn't realise
Rememberance R
Sitting on the black steps of the fire escape
Rememberance R

Has to go home
He's forgot his guitar
But his soul break loose
And become a tree
Make me sick at a bar
Rememberance R
Rememberance R

You play in the winter sun with replacement teeth
The cackle has
The cackle has landed
Like R
Rememberance R
And a screw will break loose

How can I start to tell you, like my favourite bands, there's hardly any
They just reform after seventeen years, and like they've forgot about the sweat and the long journeys in the back of vans
They're just running on rememberance, and reminiscing of encore time at the end of the ninety minutes on the stage
They appear out of nowhere and like expect you to treat them like an equal
Whilst they've been decorating or teaching for the last ten years having a life and a wife and kids
And they say, [ ] a tenner an EP, get home before half three
I smell the brown mews in the dark, I recognise the sparse carpet weekend eighty-nine
Deep-seated, early finish
Rust, rememberances are dust, the early push, the fear of parking fee