Yard Act - Tall Poppies lyrics

Yeah

He was the most handsome in
A class of twenty-two
And he knew it early on
So his confidence kept growing
By thirteen he had been with
Every girl deemed worth it
To be with in the village
Two years either side of his birthday

He played football, boy, could he play
He played every single day and he still does
A scout from Crewe Alexander came
To watch him once
And they said that they were
Gonna be in touch

He was the captain of the team
Without ever asking to be
Without ever being told that counts
For a lot, still
Believe it or not
Lo and behold
Everyone fell in line behind the hair on
His legs and hair on lip
He was the-

He could smoke ten a day and still run faster
Than that whippet that could
Lap the racetrack rabbit
He could dabble in the snow
Rubbing shoulders with the rabble
And still never ever touch upon a habit

At age sixteen, he made his choice to stay
And got a job selling houses in the village
Which by now had become such a
Desirable place to settle down
It was classed not as a village
But instead as a small town

On the sunny, sunny side of the borough
You get two brown bins

Fortunately, despite the influx
Of newcomers including
For the first time
A genuine authentic Italian restaurant
Run by a family of
Fantastic old school Neapolitans
He was still the best at football
And a most handsome man
Taking solace in that fact as
His little world continued
To expand
Woo

By the time he was twenty
He'd now been with all the girls
Deemed worth it in the village
Five years either side of his birthday
But it was time to settle down and
No kiss had ever felt so electric
As the first he'd ever felt
All those years ago

Though she'd never strayed far
Hemmed in by his shadow
The torches lining the path of
Her own dreams had
Been growing dimmer by the day and so
Faster than a dying star
She cashed in her chips and checked out
Settled for him and subsequently threw
All her own ambitions away

A promotion followed, a mortgage, a marriage
A dog and children, a loft conversion
A dead dog
And a second home on the Costa del Sol
In the hopes of stoking the coals
Of two long lost souls
Which comes first
Counselling or keys in the bowl?
Puts his own mother in a home
Got made redundant twice
Never once was he on the dole

A light head, black spots on his vision
Room spinning
Clutching the curtain, waving
From the window
They thought he was grinning
He was grimacing, begging them
To notice him, twitching
Notice no one is helping him
The grandkids waving through
The rear windshield
As the big electric gate draws
A line in between 'em
A fine
Fine line between benign and malignant
So get yourself checked
Book yourself an appointment
So get yourself checked
Book yourself an appointment
So get yourself checked
Book yourself an appointment
So get yourself checked, book yourself

The whole village and most of the town
Came out to mourn his end
A full house, he would've been so proud
Knowing that no one said a
Bad word about him aloud
He wasn't perfect, but he was my friend
He wasn't perfect, but he was one of us
He was one of us

A plaque bears his full name on
A bench by the water's edge
The dates he came and went
And a quote about life and death
From a song he'd never heard
'Cause he wasn't too fond of long
Songs with lots of words

If I were him
I'd have never left the village either
But I did, and I know full well
That there are more handsome men and better
Footballers out there in Greater Manchester
They would've cut him down to
Size if they could've
But what good would that do?

He bloomed and he grew and grew
And still he was doomed
Same as me, same as you
Same as everyone I ever knew
You, sometimes still, I think about you
Out there, somewhere, floating in the ether
Born dyed in the wool
Never knowing of a belly half full
So many of us just crabs in a barrel
With no feasible means to
Escape the inevitable cull

There are those that grow thick skins quick
For the sake of their sins
And the savvy folk that
Just keep their mouths
Shut and take it all on the chin
We collide with each other, we submit
We bare our teeth
Catch fish using giant metal ships
And scream with laughter
At 4:00 AM staggering home
Down moonlit country lanes
We cry because children are
Dying across the sea
And there is nothing we can do about it
Whilst we benefit from the
Bombs dropped which
We had no part in building
We are sorry, truly we are sorry
We are just trying to get by too