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There's only one way of life |
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And that's your own |
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My father when I was younger |
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Took me up on to the hill |
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That looked down on the city smog |
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Above the factory spill |
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He said this is where I come |
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When I want to be free |
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Well he never was in his lifetime |
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But these words stuck with me |
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I ran from all of this |
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And I climbed that highest hill |
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And looked down on my life |
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Beneath the factory spill |
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I looked down onto my life |
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As the family disgrace |
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Then to all my friends on the starting line |
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Their wages off to chase |
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And all my friends and all their jobs |
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And all the bloody waste |
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CHORUS |
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I grew up, learned to love and laugh |
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Circled A's on the underpass |
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But the noise we thought would never stop |
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Died a death as the punks grew up |
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And we choked on our dreams |
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We wrestled with our fears |
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Running through the heartless streets |
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Chasing our ideas |
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And the problems of the world |
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Won't be solved by this guitar |
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And they won't stop coming either |
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By the life I've had so far |
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And the bright lights of my home town |
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Won't be getting any dimmer |
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Though their calling has receded now |
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Like some old distant singer |
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And they don't seem so appealing |
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To the eyes of this poor sinner |
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CHORUS |
