Clean Cut Kid - Inside My Head lyrics
[Clean Cut Kid - Inside My Head lyrics]
After I have written all the
Songs inside my head
Will I be an average son
A mediocre husband and
A pretty shitty friend
Not much use to anyone
After I have written all the
Songs inside my head
Will I like what I've become
Or wake without the reason for to
Rise up from my bed
Burn like a vampire from the sun
Some men have their greatness thus upon them
Some are snakes and conmen
But what I am is worse
Hitch myself a ride on each bandwagon
Just to hide me draggin'
My belly though the dirt
After I have written all the songs inside
My head I'll do some real work
After I have written all the songs inside
My head I'll do some real work
After I have written all the
Songs inside my head
Will I still mean as much to you
For what's a down town boy without
The ink inside his pen
Besides a classless fool
Some men have their greatness thus upon them
Some are snakes and conmen
But what I am is worse
Hitch myself a ride on each bandwagon
Just to hide me draggin'
My belly though the dirt
After I have written all the songs inside
My head I'll do some real work
After I have written all the songs inside
My head I'll do some real work
Who cares for the voice of a man in his 50's
Still dragging his wife along for the ride
Each stage getting smaller along
With the riches
Still no sign of the kids, by their sides
Songs inside my head
Will I be an average son
A mediocre husband and
A pretty shitty friend
Not much use to anyone
After I have written all the
Songs inside my head
Will I like what I've become
Or wake without the reason for to
Rise up from my bed
Burn like a vampire from the sun
Some men have their greatness thus upon them
Some are snakes and conmen
But what I am is worse
Hitch myself a ride on each bandwagon
Just to hide me draggin'
My belly though the dirt
After I have written all the songs inside
My head I'll do some real work
After I have written all the songs inside
My head I'll do some real work
After I have written all the
Songs inside my head
Will I still mean as much to you
For what's a down town boy without
The ink inside his pen
Besides a classless fool
Some men have their greatness thus upon them
Some are snakes and conmen
But what I am is worse
Hitch myself a ride on each bandwagon
Just to hide me draggin'
My belly though the dirt
After I have written all the songs inside
My head I'll do some real work
After I have written all the songs inside
My head I'll do some real work
Who cares for the voice of a man in his 50's
Still dragging his wife along for the ride
Each stage getting smaller along
With the riches
Still no sign of the kids, by their sides