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🎙️ FAKE Golden Hits presents "Last Pint In Gutterlight" — a blistering garage rock anthem drenched in raw riffs, fast tempos, and the unmistakable sting of a hometown you've outgrown.

Inspired by the early chaos of Arctic Monkeys first album (Whatever People Say I Am, That's What I'm Not), this track channels late-night frustration, sarcasm, and the bittersweet pull of familiar streets that feel too small.

"Last Pint In Gutterlight" is a loud goodbye to dead-end routines, lukewarm pints, and conversations you've heard too many times. The lyrics bite, the guitars spit, and the drums don't stop to apologise.

If you’ve ever dreamt of walking out the door and not looking back — this one’s for you.

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'LAST PINT IN GUTTERLIGHT' (LYRICS)
[Verse 1]
Slid me key through the lock like a knife in dark,
Flat smells like last week’s dreams gone stark.
Flick of switch, and the bulb don't glow,
A bit like me when the wind won’t blow.

Packin’ up the lies with ash and grime,
Posters still flappin' like they’re keepin’ time.
That telly’s got a crack like me old man’s voice -
Channels buzzin’ like I've made me choice

[Chorus]
So I'll sip this last pint in gutterlight,
Bid farewell to ghosts of Friday night.
Stumblin’ past t’chippy wi’ a smirk an’ a sigh,
This town’s not dead - it jus’ forgot ‘ow to die.
An’ I’m off—boots tap owt a new refrain,
Leavin’ the ache, smoke, and rain.

[Verse 2]
“She said, ‘You’ll be back—when the new gets dull,’
But I’ve danced wi’ regret, an’ it ain’t that full.
Graffiti spells names we all outgrew,
Lads on the corner, stuck like glue.

Worn‑out dreams in tracksuit seams,
Council‑block hopes an’ scatter‑shot schemes.
Me mam said, ‘You’re runnin’ ’—maybe she’s right,
But better to run than rot outta spite.

Chorus]
So I'll sip this last pint in gutterlight,
Bid farewell to ghosts of Friday night.
Stumblin’ past t’chippy wi’ a smirk an’ a sigh,
This town’s not dead - it jus’ forgot ‘ow to die.
An’ I’m off—boots tap owt a new refrain,
Leavin’ the ache, smoke, and rain.

[Bridge]
“A train hums like a threat in me gut,
Old mates toast nothin’ in a boarded‑up pub.
But I’ve got a map scrawled on fag‑packet skin,
To a place where the street‑lights might let me begin

[Final Chorus]
One last pint in gutterlight,
Then I’m gone with dawn, out of frame, out of sight.
No lookin’ back through the cracked lens of then,
This town’s not a home—it’s a bitter amen.
An’ I’m off—boots tap owt a new refrain,
With nothin’ to lose but these rusted chains.

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