"Cannonball Wingman" lyrics

Now darkness falls and my mother calls to tell me
You're alright at what you do but you ain't no Thomas Shelby
Go home, go to sleep, go to the place where no one speaks
Where no one laughs, where no one works, they sit alone and only think
To the crumb-covered carpets, the smart of broken teeth
Where the angers last for hours and the joys just moments each
Saying come on down, come on down
I don't believe you, I don't believe you

And now she strolled up and down in a long purple coat
With a memory of Rome in her eyes
Saying, what's good for me darling, will be good for us both
And I'll do what we can to survive
Now the picnic outstanding, the trick of the wine
On an overgrown stretch of the street
Where the bench and the stench and the stars fornicate
Just a few thousand steps to the East
Now my cannonball wingman, half a bottle worse
Lorded over shotgun with the vision reimbursed
To the towns we were strangers, little more than serfs
And we put on the airs we'd so well rehearsed

Now the night watchman was noble so we stomped him with our boots
We kicked him till he screamed, I held the gun but didn't shoot
I kicked him once for reason, I kicked him twice for fears
And we gathered up the money and we divvied up the shares
Now, I don't believe you is the only thing I hear
That stupid fucking mantra keeps on ringing in my ears
And I feel like the natives all oppressed and unprepared
Saying, come on down now, now, now
I don't believe you

Now, I know what you did to my mother
I know what you did to my friends
Now when I glance into the mirror
I know there's one way this thing ends
I say I don't believe you

No, I don't believe you
No, I don't believe you
No, I-I-I-I-I-I-I don't believe you