Lyrics

A mixture of all the things I didn't want to do A certain someone, who reminds you of all the bad things you did but didn't want to I got a haircut from an old friend In the front room I once lived in I was a kid then, with a hairline and we haven't spoken in a long time So when I'm drinking in my home town With my old friends, with the old crowd I was a shut in and a let down, but I'm feeling much better now Woah, woah money or no I've got my head held high and somewhere to go Woah, woah money or no I've got my head held high and somewhere to go Take my fucking hand and let me introduce myself I am the bastard son of everyone I've loved I had a breakdown with an old friend In the shared house we once lived in I was a shut in, a let down But I'm feeling much better now Woah, woah money or no I've got my head held high and somewhere to go I said woah, woah money or no I've got my head held high and somewhere to go