Club 57
by Bastille
From the album: Give Me the Future
Track 11 of 13 on Give Me the Future (2022).
Duration: 3:12
Lyrics for Club 57
I came to the city Was armed to the teeth With ideas and desires As my only company I got the keys to the car You got the keys to my head You call it karma, karma And I call it bad luck instead (Well) Is it love, is it la-la-love Or are we just craving attention? Is it love, is it la-la-love Or do we just want satisfaction? Is it Is it Cut to Paradise Garage There's paint on my hands Making art for the masses Outta lines off of your body I got the keys to the car You got the keys to my head You call it karma, karma I call it bad luck instead, uh Is it love, is it la-la-love Or are we just craving attention? Is it love, is it la-la-love Or do we just want satisfaction? Is it Is it Drugs, fame and money A spotlight on our subway scene Club 57 (is it) The city got the best of me (is it) Drugs, fame and money A spotlight on our subway scene Club 57 (is it) The city took the best of me Is it love, is it la-la-love Or am I just craving attention? Is it love, is it la-la-love Or do I just want satisfaction? Is it love (is it love, is it la-la-love) Or are we just craving attention? Is it love, is it la-la-love Or do we just want satisfaction? Drugs, fame and money (uh) Club 57 (uh) Drugs, fame and money (uh) Club 57 (uh)