Last Chance (Hot Chip Remix) Song Lyrics

Last chance we get out there
Last chance we get out there

Well I hate this city for being such a weapon
Taunting its cheap thrills as distraction time
But pour me a drink, let's talk of heaven
Of Jack and rye
Let's hear stories of people struggling forever
Turning to run to forget those endeavors gone awry
The story is dear because the story is
The story is mine

And it seems such a waste of time
To be drinking while my mother is tired
And my father's sulking into his chair
They've had enough of my share
Of promising it's the last time
Of thinking I won't fail if I try

Last chance we make it out there