Something changed at 24
Spent my days moving to and fro
From the bedroom to the bathroom floor
Tear away my rancid skin
This must be penance for my evasion
Of death′s returning claw
Should've died a thousand times
Sick kid paradigm
Death′s working over time
Worry about my brother a lot
Don't really talk enough
Can't seem to say the right thing
We′re alright, we′re alright
It's time to put the world to rights
We′re alright, we're alright
Something waning in my head
Can′t sleep and I'm seeing things
And I can′t stand the sight of myself
"It's a generation thing"
Said one of the old boys back in the boozer
On his tenth pint of the day
So we shy away from it
Accept it for what it is
We're all born and raised and maimed
Dog tails you like a hound
Then clarity brings it out
Gotta fight it hand to hand
We′re alright, we′re alright
It's time to put the world to rights
We′re alright, we're alright
We′re alright, we're alright
It′s time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we're alright
It′s time to put the world to rights
We′re alright, we're alright
It′s time to put the world to rights
We're alright, we′re alright
It's time to put the world to rights
We′re alright, we're alright
We're alright, we′re alright
We′re alright, we're alright
We′re alright
Writer(s): Sam Fender
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