I feel alright but then it starts to rise until it drowns my mind, taste of something bitter
Them and I, taken for a ride under these western skies, lead me to the river
And it’s just like this, I get up every day small town and no play
Neighbours glares for parking in the vicinity of their front gate
Letter from the SLC tea-stained ‘we need work information that’s up to date’
Up to date? I’m 27 mate, and living in the third bedroom of my parents estate for a non-existent rate
Living off a pint a week from the cheapest boozer on a dead end street
Applying for offers I never receive, scratching at my smartphone screen woe is me
Some day everything’s gonna be be different
Some day I’ll paint my masterpiece - just wait and see
I feel alright but then it starts to rise until it drowns my mind, taste of something bitter
Them and I, taken for a ride under these western skies, lead me to the river
I head down town to potter around look into McDonalds to see a heavy crowd
Library stands under grey clouds and is utterly empty
Derelict as the day it was erected
Next door at town hall I can see the tory MP who will never be contested and forever elected
Sometimes it feels like a fishbowl you know?
Market stalls coming from the back of a lorry
Employees of the nail salon from the back of a lorry
Varnishing the nails of ignorant middle-class ladies with faces of fury
Some day everything’s gonna be different
Some day they’ll paint their masterpiece - just wait and see
I feel alright but then it starts to rise until it drowns my mind, taste of something bitter
Them and I, taken for a ride under these western skies, lead me to the river
‘Ah Mr Reid signing on again I believe?
I see you’ve got a degree I’ve got an opening working the tills at KFC
Hand me your CV and we can start paying off those mammoth tuition fees’
I feel alright but then it starts to rise until it drowns my mind, taste of something bitter
Them and I, taken for a ride under these western skies, lead me to the river