Born on a different cloud

from the ones that have burst round town

It’s no surprise to me

that yer classless, clever and free …



Loaded just like the gun

You’re the hero that’s still unsung

Living on borrowed time

You’re my sun and you’re gonna shine



Talking to myself again

This time I think I’m getting through

It’s funny how you think

It’s funny when you do



Lonely soul

Busy working overtime

Nothing ever gets done

Specially when your hands are tied



Lonely soul

Baking up your mother’s pride

Nothing ever gets done

Not until your war’s won