Sodastream - Fitzroy Strongman - Live Lyrics

Feeling slim feeling old
Cause these words i haven't sold
Set it out
Say it clean and these bitter bitter leaves
Are blowing in
Bringing down this pretty useless town
It's a useless town

Don't want to try
Don't want to listen now
I'd like to change you
I'd like to change you but lift you higher

Cause there's no
Higher ground
There's too much trouble here
I wish these days would leave this town
And I have brittle bones
I wear my shallow grin
And spread my wickedness around

Quarter leg a quart of mace
Is a measure of my taste
A taste of sin
A taste of ill and these bitter bitter pills
Are flowing in
This is all
These relations on my wall
They're on my floor

Don't want to turn
Don't want to turn on you
I'd like to break him
I'd like to break him but treat his bride

But there's no
Higher ground
There's too much trouble here
I wish these days would leave this town
And i have brittle bones
I wear my shallow grin
And spread my wickedness around