Letras
The men are up in cuffs and the girls are up the duff
Most of us are lost
We're spaced out like astronauts
Heads all wound up in knots
Violence with a dash of love
That smile won't last for long
No one will last alone
A chip off reality
Skin off the darker suit
Taking that darker route
Dreaming of those tailored suits
While we shop in our Primark shoes
Make up my own bloody rules
I'm usually bloody rude
I've overpaid my bloody dues
Grey sky trick points the sun
The grey sky trick points the sun
The grey sky trick points the sun into horizons bin
Night begins
Cool, calm and out and howling within
Wolfish charm, toothy grin
Fresh haircuts, so we're looking trim
The inside is priceless but the outlook is grim
Outdoor on the prowl for minor wins
We are minor kings
The boy grew up and I haven't seen him since
The thing that replaced him shows man-like hints
Two weeks pay on a whim
Take it like a champ, yeah, take it on the chin
Following the footprints way back to the ruins
You'll find the blueprint, the father, the hubris
Walk a thousand yards if the shoe fits
Talk a thousand words with your loose lips
Irregular excitements
The box, cooked chips
Full throttle
We all sing from the heart but not the same hymns
Bitter days managed by gin
A dash of bison
When I get rich I'll sleep with the lights on