You feel frozen
But you've been chosen
You lay there drunken
Your dream seems sunken
Your world's a small one
And you break the rules
You won't be fish
In a bowl of fools
Tired of stirring up your town
Tired of wearing that crown
Tired of sliding up and down
Tired of being you
Your work's no future
Your girl don't suit ya
You bowl won't serve you
(?)
You have no nerve to
Take a break from this sad old school
Accross the lake
Lies a place that's col
Run you got a place to go
Run you got a boat to row
Run you got a face to show
Run while you can
The high street's sleeping
As friday's creeping
The shops are open
But their minds are closed
How is going but it's not their concern
They're talkin' stuff about you
That you never learned
Smile, you're on your own
Smile,'cause you are grown
Smile, you've lost your home
Smile to yourself
Writer(s): Skye Edwards, Paul David Godfrey, Ross Charles Godfrey
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