CHEWIE - Shaving lyrics
[CHEWIE - Shaving lyrics]
I’ve been dragging razor blades over my
Face for about ten years straight
From the week I turned thirteen
Well, yesterday I turned twenty-three
Dad used to joke that he
Could shave with a knife
I’ve never seen a cut on his
Face in all of my life
I hope my skin thickens into the kind
Of man I want to be
You’re numb? Yeah, sure, I’ve been numb
It’s when you have so many choices
You end up choosing none
And you’re bored, I think I know the sort
As long as you don’t end up
There as your first resort
One time a drunk news presenter from RTE
Took the time out of her busy
Night to explain to me
That boredom is a pretty recent
Term and forty years ago
No one used the word
And there is so much more than this
Some people survive by the
Skin of their wrist
And I had to let you know (Oh Woah, Woah)
I saw what was basically a
Child propped up on stage
He proceeded to say nothing
In the loudest way i lock my jaw so tight
Point my eyes at the ground
In a futile effort to repel the sound
As my mind starts to wander away, i
T calls back just to ask me
Was I ever this way?
The chords seem so familiar
Although his speech is slurred
I notice we’ve the same shaving lines
As he utters the words:
There is so much more than this
Some people survive by the
Skin of their wrist
And I had to let you know (Oh Woah, Woah)
There is so much more than this
Some people survive by the
Skin of their wrist
And I had to let you know (Oh Woah, Woah)
Things won’t be the same again
At six am, eight years ago
I was lying in the middle
Of the Old Bawn Road
Singing "I don’t care if any cars come
I won’t rise before the sun"
At six am, eight years ago
I was lying in the middle
Of the Old Bawn Road
Singing "I don’t care if any cars come
I won’t rise before the sun"
Face for about ten years straight
From the week I turned thirteen
Well, yesterday I turned twenty-three
Dad used to joke that he
Could shave with a knife
I’ve never seen a cut on his
Face in all of my life
I hope my skin thickens into the kind
Of man I want to be
You’re numb? Yeah, sure, I’ve been numb
It’s when you have so many choices
You end up choosing none
And you’re bored, I think I know the sort
As long as you don’t end up
There as your first resort
One time a drunk news presenter from RTE
Took the time out of her busy
Night to explain to me
That boredom is a pretty recent
Term and forty years ago
No one used the word
And there is so much more than this
Some people survive by the
Skin of their wrist
And I had to let you know (Oh Woah, Woah)
I saw what was basically a
Child propped up on stage
He proceeded to say nothing
In the loudest way i lock my jaw so tight
Point my eyes at the ground
In a futile effort to repel the sound
As my mind starts to wander away, i
T calls back just to ask me
Was I ever this way?
The chords seem so familiar
Although his speech is slurred
I notice we’ve the same shaving lines
As he utters the words:
There is so much more than this
Some people survive by the
Skin of their wrist
And I had to let you know (Oh Woah, Woah)
There is so much more than this
Some people survive by the
Skin of their wrist
And I had to let you know (Oh Woah, Woah)
Things won’t be the same again
At six am, eight years ago
I was lying in the middle
Of the Old Bawn Road
Singing "I don’t care if any cars come
I won’t rise before the sun"
At six am, eight years ago
I was lying in the middle
Of the Old Bawn Road
Singing "I don’t care if any cars come
I won’t rise before the sun"