| Song | We Are Libertines |
| Artist | Matthew Ryan |
| Album | Boxers |
| We said goodbye | |
| To the ties that drag | |
| And ties that bind | |
| We poured some drinks | |
| Took a pill to calm our thoughts | |
| Took a hit so we could think | |
| We are libertines… | |
| And no one says stop | |
| And no one says no | |
| And no one says please | |
| Please come home | |
| We drove that car | |
| Just as fast as we could | |
| Through the harder parts | |
| What I can't see | |
| Can't make me feel bad | |
| It didn't happen to me | |
| The great escape | |
| We just and call it love | |
| If you wanna call it rape | |
| We own the house | |
| And if it turns a greater kill | |
| We'll burn it down | |
| We are libertines... | |
| And no one says stop | |
| And no one says no | |
| And no one says please | |
| Please come home | |
| Please come home | |
| A crappy song | |
| Rattles 'round in my head | |
| All night long | |
| The perfect scheme | |
| Flood their heads with useless shit | |
| And make it feel like a dream | |
| We are libertines... | |
| And no one says stop | |
| And no one says no | |
| And no one says please | |
| Please come home | |
| Please come home |
| We said goodbye | |
| To the ties that drag | |
| And ties that bind | |
| We poured some drinks | |
| Took a pill to calm our thoughts | |
| Took a hit so we could think | |
| We are libertines | |
| And no one says stop | |
| And no one says no | |
| And no one says please | |
| Please come home | |
| We drove that car | |
| Just as fast as we could | |
| Through the harder parts | |
| What I can' t see | |
| Can' t make me feel bad | |
| It didn' t happen to me | |
| The great escape | |
| We just and call it love | |
| If you wanna call it rape | |
| We own the house | |
| And if it turns a greater kill | |
| We' ll burn it down | |
| We are libertines... | |
| And no one says stop | |
| And no one says no | |
| And no one says please | |
| Please come home | |
| Please come home | |
| A crappy song | |
| Rattles ' round in my head | |
| All night long | |
| The perfect scheme | |
| Flood their heads with useless shit | |
| And make it feel like a dream | |
| We are libertines... | |
| And no one says stop | |
| And no one says no | |
| And no one says please | |
| Please come home | |
| Please come home |