Well alright, out tonight, preloaded because I don't wanna pay
Over-priced alcohol, bland décor, TVs on every single wall
Big line-up, shitty DJ, drunk wankers who keep getting in
The bouncer's on steroids, our local doesn't look the same
What happened to the scum?
What happened to the grime?
What happened to the dank?
There's a cancer never satisfied
Until it destroys your favourite dive
Our local's been tortured and murdered and covered with lime
Where are the old couches?
The posters from back when bands played live?
There's a cancer never satisfied
Until it destroys your favourite dive
Until everywhere is gentrified
And the old neighbourhood dies
What happened to our slum?
What happened to the crime?
What happened to the rent?
It's an eviction sign