WESTERN SKIES

I feel alright
But then it starts to rise
Until it drowns my mind
Taste of something bitter
Them and I
Taken for a ride
Under these western skies
Lead me to the river

And it's just like this
I get up every day small town and no play
Neighbours' glare for parking in the vicinity of their front gate
Letter from the SLC tea-stained
We need work information that's up to date
Up to date?
I'm 27 mate
And living in the third bedroom of my parents estate for a non-Existent rate
Living off a pint a week from the cheapest boozer on a dead end street
Applying for offers I never receive
Scratching at my smartphone screen
Woe is me
Some day everything's gonna be be different
Some day I'll paint my masterpiece
Just wait and see

I feel alright
But then it starts to rise
Until it drowns my mind
Taste of something bitter
Them and I
Taken for a ride
Under these western skies
Lead me to the river

I head down town to potter around
Look into McDonalds to see a heavy crowd
Library stands under grey clouds and is utterly empty
Derelict as the day it was erected
Next door at town hall I can see the tory MP
Who will never be contested and forever elected
Sometimes it feels like a fishbowl you know
Market stalls coming from the back of a lorry
Employees of the nail salon from the back of a lorry
Varnishing the nails of ignorant middle-class ladies with faces of fury
Some day everything's gonna be different
Some day they'll paint their masterpiece
Just wait and see

I feel alright but then it starts to rise
Until it drowns my mind, taste of something bitter
Them and I, taken for a ride under these western skies, lead me to the river

Ah Mr Reid signing on again I believe
I see you've got a degree
I've got an opening working the tills at KFC
Hand me your CV and we can start paying off those mammoth tuition fees

I feel alright
But then it starts to rise
Until it drowns my mind
Taste of something bitter
Them and I
Taken for a ride
Under these western skies
Lead me to the river