Your Last Order - This Pub Is Too Expensive Now

Remember when you could go to the pub, have a few drinks, maybe grab some food… and not need to check your bank balance afterwards? Yeah. Neither do we. “This Pub Is Too Expensive Now” is a punk/metalcore anthem about the horrifying realisation that a night at the pub now costs approximately the same as a small holiday. Grab a drink, turn it up, and sing along - preferably somewhere that still has reasonably priced pints. If you enjoyed it, like, subscribe and follow Your Last Order for more songs about getting older, getting annoyed, and questioning why everything costs so bloody much. 🍺 One more? 💸 Probably can't afford it. #YourLastOrder #ThisPubIsTooExpensiveNow #PunkRock #Metalcore #PopPunk #SkatePunk #UKPunk #lyricvideo Lyrics: [Chorus] This pub is too expensive now I'm drinking at home This pub is too expensive now Leave me the fuck alone I'll buy twelve cans for what you charge for four And I won't have to queue at the fucking bar anymore This pub is too expensive now So I'm staying home [Verse 1] Seven fucking pounds for a pint I checked the menu twice, just in case I was blind The jukebox wants another quid Apparently that's what entertainment costs now, kid There's a QR code where the menu should be So I scan it and it asks me to sign up for free Then the bartender spins the screen around “Would you like to leave a tip?” For pouring something from the tap into a glass that costs £6.80 now [Pre-Chorus] I used to come here every Friday night Now I check my bank balance before I take a bite I don't need another mortgage I just wanted a fucking lager [Chorus] This pub is too expensive now I'm drinking at home This pub is too expensive now Leave me the fuck alone I'll buy twelve cans for what you charge for four And I won't have to queue at the fucking bar anymore This pub is too expensive now So I'm staying home [Verse 2] The table's sticky, the music's shit The toilet door doesn't fucking fit Someone's screaming underneath the TV And somehow that's another £3 fee I remember when a tenner got you drunk Now it barely gets you through the front So I bought a bottle from the corner shop And drank it in my pants Like a fucking champion [Pre-Chorus] My friends say, “Come on, it'll be alright” Then I see the price list and lose the will to fight I don't need another mortgage I just wanted a fucking lager [Chorus] This pub is too expensive now I'm drinking at home This pub is too expensive now Leave me the fuck alone I'll buy twelve cans for what you charge for four And I won't have to queue at the fucking bar anymore This pub is too expensive now So I'm staying home [Bridge] Remember when the pub was cheap? Remember when you didn't have to think? You'd walk in with twenty quid And leave with change in your pocket Now twenty quid gets you Two drinks and a packet of crisps And the card machine asks “If you'd like to tip?” NO! [Breakdown] You didn't save my fucking life You pulled a pint and charged me five And if I'm paying service charge For standing at the bar Then I'll drink in my fucking car Take your fee Take your screen Take your shiny little guilt machine BASH DOWN CLOSE IT UP [Final Chorus] This pub is too expensive now I'm drinking at home This pub is too expensive now I've got a fridge full of my own I'll buy twelve cans for what you charge for four Put my feet up and lock the fucking door This pub is too expensive now And honestly, I'm glad [Outro] So here's to the pub That we used to love Here's to inflation And the price of a pint going up Here's to drinking responsibly Because we're fucking skint This pub is too expensive now I'll see you at mine