The Bancrofts - 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