Marshall Law Lyrics & Chords By Kate Tempest

Everywhere is monsters
Tits out, wet-mouthed, heads back
Shouting and screaming just to prove they exist
Becky's at the bar with the usual mix
Of decadent fabrics and desolate lighting
Everybody here has got a hyphenated second name
Blowing more breeze
Than the wind at the weather vane
Industry slimeballs, showbiz big-deals
The cool new band with the retro feel
It's the wrap party for their video
Becky danced in it
The director, Marshall Law
Head to toe in yellow velour
Is holding court about the science of image
While the sycophants giggle and grimace
Becky fidgets, tells herself
‘Must stop being so cynical
Everybody here is a human
Even these pitiful posturing pop stars and idiots.'
She tells herself to look again -
Nothing is hideous
So while Marshall Law is wanking on about his artwork
She smiles at the guy opposite
Bright eyes, dark shirt
He raises his eyebrows in the direction of Marshall
‘My name's Becky,' she says
‘What's yours?'
She was like nothing that he'd seen before
Strong body, soft edges, with something so raw
In the core of her iris
He said his name, ‘Harry'
And never in his life had he felt so happy
They got talking
Free bar. Exhausting decorum
He drank until she was so absorbing
He blanked out the party
The floor spun, he stared at her face and felt sure
Something was happening here
He was kinda nervous
His eyes kept doing circuits of the room
He drank as fast as they could serve him
Then this dude comes over
Sticks out a thick hand
And Harry looks at her
Like he's just found himself in quicksand
He gives this guy a wrap, they shake hands
Sweaty cash passed between palms
No fuss. Bish bash, yes, bosh
He looked at her guiltily
She waved it off, smiling
‘You a shotter then, right?
I don't care.'
‘Becky, all I ever wanted was a place of my own.'
His eyes, wide and trusting
He's staring at her, desperate for something to click