Declined Doughballs

{clean jangly Rickenbacker guitar chords,

driving bassline, drum rimshots} (one,

two, three, four)

Walking down the high street with a tenner in my head

Dreaming of the garlic butter,

pillowy and bread

I can smell the woodfire burning just across the lane

My stomach's doing cartwheels,

driving me insane (yeah)

At the counter, matching smiles,

ready to devour

Give me all the doughballs,

make it supreme hour

I tap my little plastic card,

waiting for the beep

But the little screen is silent,

and my heart begins to leap

{guitars build up tension}

Oh no,

my card was declined!

Left the warm doughballs and the pizza behind!

Standing at the till,

feeling so small Underneath the bright lights,

got no cash at all!

(oh mate)

{full energetic indie rock chorus,

crashing cymbals}

She says try it once again,

maybe it's the chip

Everyone is staring as I bite my lower lip I open up

my banking app, checking on my phone

Zero pounds and fifty pence,

a tragic empty zone

{guitars drop out to just bass and drums}

No pizza for me tonight

Just a walk home in the cold moonlight

(ahhhh) {melancholic jangly

guitar solo fading out}