More on the page than in the glass
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head
Shaving his jaw
Scratching his chin
Wasting all his cash
It's a big f*cking con to just save it for the crash
A big difference between being great and being fast
Your big song and dance about it make me want to laugh
Your fear's not a stance how they taking all you worked for for the sake of a stash
I'm vacant from the faff
Still aching from my 10k
Waiting for a mate to come and wake me from my wobble
I got way too many takers on a pack
I got way too much stress to be wasting a gooden
Debating what i shouldn't they're saying what i wouldn't but i'm saying what they can't
We take it farther than they can for the father of my grandkids harvesting the land
Hourglass full of sand
More on the page than in that glass
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head
Shaving his jaw
Scratching his chin
Born in the general not the royal
They don't know how we did it but we came to learn how to sort the metal from the foil
Poor blokes in bubble jackets looking like a bunch of trendsetters off the boil
A pair of greasy hands thought to scrawl another placard that dared to say that water ain't better the oil
You're more and less spoilt by the walls getting fortified
I brought a bit of foresight
I sort of think the soil should swallow us up
At night i seen it
I'm in to cycles not repeating
I mostly long for tools in the shed that i likely never needed
A sight you never seen seldom find you when you're sleeping
The light will set the scene action not for some
My fee's for me I don't receive a fraction of the sum
It's best for me
Let the stream pass my feet or do I paddle through the mud?
Battling the clock whilst savouring the past i got the nack the blood
More on the page than in that glass
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head
Shaving his jaw
Scratching his chin
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More on the page than in the glass
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head
Shaving his jaw
Scratching his chin
Wasting all his cash
It's a big f*cking con to just save it for the crash
A big difference between being great and being fast
Your big song and dance about it make me want to laugh
Your fear's not a stance how they taking all you worked for for the sake of a stash
I'm vacant from the faff
Still aching from my 10k
Waiting for a mate to come and wake me from my wobble
I got way too many takers on a pack
I got way too much stress to be wasting a gooden
Debating what i shouldn't they're saying what i wouldn't but i'm saying what they can't
We take it farther than they can for the father of my grandkids harvesting the land
Hourglass full of sand
More on the page than in that glass
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head
Shaving his jaw
Scratching his chin
Born in the general not the royal
They don't know how we did it but we came to learn how to sort the metal from the foil
Poor blokes in bubble jackets looking like a bunch of trendsetters off the boil
A pair of greasy hands thought to scrawl another placard that dared to say that water ain't better the oil
You're more and less spoilt by the walls getting fortified
I brought a bit of foresight
I sort of think the soil should swallow us up
At night i seen it
I'm in to cycles not repeating
I mostly long for tools in the shed that i likely never needed
A sight you never seen seldom find you when you're sleeping
The light will set the scene action not for some
My fee's for me I don't receive a fraction of the sum
It's best for me
Let the stream pass my feet or do I paddle through the mud?
Battling the clock whilst savouring the past i got the nack the blood
More on the page than in that glass
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head
Shaving his jaw
Scratching his chin
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head
Shaving his jaw
Scratching his chin
Wasting all his cash
It's a big f*cking con to just save it for the crash
A big difference between being great and being fast
Your big song and dance about it make me want to laugh
Your fear's not a stance how they taking all you worked for for the sake of a stash
I'm vacant from the faff
Still aching from my 10k
Waiting for a mate to come and wake me from my wobble
I got way too many takers on a pack
I got way too much stress to be wasting a gooden
Debating what i shouldn't they're saying what i wouldn't but i'm saying what they can't
We take it farther than they can for the father of my grandkids harvesting the land
Hourglass full of sand
More on the page than in that glass
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head
Shaving his jaw
Scratching his chin
Born in the general not the royal
They don't know how we did it but we came to learn how to sort the metal from the foil
Poor blokes in bubble jackets looking like a bunch of trendsetters off the boil
A pair of greasy hands thought to scrawl another placard that dared to say that water ain't better the oil
You're more and less spoilt by the walls getting fortified
I brought a bit of foresight
I sort of think the soil should swallow us up
At night i seen it
I'm in to cycles not repeating
I mostly long for tools in the shed that i likely never needed
A sight you never seen seldom find you when you're sleeping
The light will set the scene action not for some
My fee's for me I don't receive a fraction of the sum
It's best for me
Let the stream pass my feet or do I paddle through the mud?
Battling the clock whilst savouring the past i got the nack the blood
More on the page than in that glass
Sore looking sage in the mirror shaking his head
Shaving his jaw
Scratching his chin
Writer: Dominic Taylor
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