LITTLE TOWN...BACKSTREET.
You sit so high, smug and safe in your youth,
thinking that it's never going to happen to you.
But time and tides will turn and turn,
and your cigarettes to the butt will burn.
Then one day and you won't even see it unfold.
Your face will have changed for the worse.
and all your "news" will be "old..s".
What once was so simple, now really isn't so.
You've lost your precious, youthful glow.
Then your karma will see you on the floor,
and out the door, into the street.
Mocked by fools and slaves as you go.
I'd rather be there, alone.
than listen to arsehole children, talk about being bored,
whilst Listening to dub reggae...on a crap mobile phone.
Trying to look like they've got all the answers,
but the questions, elude them still.
You ain't clever, because you say nothing.
You've just got nothing to say.
well I couldn't care less for you. Either way.
I’ll see you on the streets when you’re
Wrinkled, Old and Grey...
and then what will you have to say?
When ”I’m so young” is no longer your cry
It’ll be feel sorry for me ...but no one will bye, bye...
As an idiot young is mostly an idiot old
It’ll be feel sorry for me, but as hard as you try,
all you’ll get Is... fuck off and die.
A.I. Hughes
You sit so high, smug and safe in your youth,
thinking that it's never going to happen to you.
But time and tides will turn and turn,
and your cigarettes to the butt will burn.
Then one day and you won't even see it unfold.
Your face will have changed for the worse.
and all your "news" will be "old..s".
What once was so simple, now really isn't so.
You've lost your precious, youthful glow.
Then your karma will see you on the floor,
and out the door, into the street.
Mocked by fools and slaves as you go.
I'd rather be there, alone.
than listen to arsehole children, talk about being bored,
whilst Listening to dub reggae...on a crap mobile phone.
Trying to look like they've got all the answers,
but the questions, elude them still.
You ain't clever, because you say nothing.
You've just got nothing to say.
well I couldn't care less for you. Either way.
I’ll see you on the streets when you’re
Wrinkled, Old and Grey...
and then what will you have to say?
When ”I’m so young” is no longer your cry
It’ll be feel sorry for me ...but no one will bye, bye...
As an idiot young is mostly an idiot old
It’ll be feel sorry for me, but as hard as you try,
all you’ll get Is... fuck off and die.
A.I. Hughes