This track paints a vivid picture of the chaotic, messy world of nightlife. The lyrics explore the protagonist's struggle with substance abuse, specifically nicotine, as well as his tumultuous relationship with a woman. He feels like he's being used and disrespected but is also desperately seeking acceptance from this woman and society at large. The song also highlights the class disparities in society with references to Mayfair and cheap booze. There's an underlying critique of high society and its shallow, materialistic values. Despite his struggles, the protagonist refuses to conform or be walked over, as seen in the lines about not being a mop to be dragged across the floor.
Doorman
Lyrics
How's business this morning?
Pretty good, I made 'bout twelve, thirteen quid
And that was without not having any arguments with anyone
That's pretty, just straight
If you don't, gonna get your head kicked in
Shoot the messenger, string 'em up
She's a ten plus ten, not enough
Mixed messages, wires crossed
Marry me, what you got? Too much
Toothbrush and socks
Parents minted, Mayfair, couple dogs
We go on walks, she never talks
I pour my heart out and she laps up my blood
Blue lights, double vision
Heart races like super cars
Two drinks, the rooms spinning
Zebedee, you're the ace of hearts
High society, cute kittens
Allergies, I don't like you enough
Blocked me on your private finsta
Your godmother should come play with us
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"
Doorman, let me in the door
Spent all my money, you ain't getting no more wages
Sure Sir, Sir, are you sure?
In short, I'm not a mop you can drag 'cross the floor
Inside, shell shock
She's standing with a guy
Guys your mans stare him out
Real polite, "No, please, no thanks"
"Want a drink?", "I'm alright"
Beer goggles on, pull the wool, now I'm blind
Clear as day, I can see
You make me melt - sun, ice cream
You smooth like felt, soft to the touch
You were repellent, smell your scent from up above
Angel getting carried out the club
For slapping Harry, Harry's just a mug
I'm stood outside waiting, where you gone?
Cubicle lines, catch a cold, Jack Frost
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"
Just about any type of drug is in
But glue-sniffing ranks equal number one with cheap booze (hello)
Cyril is a glue man
And his outlook on life is invariably, through a plastic bag
Even on the street he has something up his sleeve
To make work more tolerable
The only thing that I won't take is steroid, y'know
If I do, I'll kick it out, it's the thing, that's the thing
Is really, really bad for you
Most, most people take, most people take things in moderation, y'know?
Writer(s): Alexander George Edward Crossan, Tyron Kaymone Frampton
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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