Still Digging
I can't break the mould I've been bad since days of old
Face as cold as murder and I ain't saying that I ain't involved
I've got that jaded soul I'm snorting flakes of gold
I told the neighbours that the bailiffs are just mates you know
I feel like I got left behind but maybe I just ain't evolved
They called me problem child until I got the problem solved
I crawl along the road to make it to that pot of gold
And fire burns a rotten soul like bada boom
And I can't shake the past it lasts a thousand moons
It eats away my conscience like finger food and macaroons
And I ain't gassin' nowt so breath a toxic bag of fumes
My front room's littered with bare empty cans of Orangeboom
Keep talking like you're tripping bro we both know that's older news
These motherfuckers couldn't catch me slipping in some Bowling shoes
The rent is overdue and I'm done performing
This ain't the Smiths and everyday's like fucking Monday morning
Wait for opportunity and manifest cos luck is dormant
It ain't coming knocking at your door like the Book of Mormon
So pay the fucking Horsemen Apocalyptic
This is brain damage broken biscuits
I ain't the only misfit most of us are broke and twisted
And I'm surprised my personalities coexisted
Living life's a lonely business come alone and leave the same
I hope to catch a break before it's time to say auf wiedersehen
I after peace again we're tryna beat the game
I'm tryna walk an easy path but always climbing steep terrain
And what if Jesus came Would that relieve your pain
Cos he'd be crucified and murdered in the streets again
Cos man'll point the finger and man'll speak the name
When the wolves are locked away for good then only sheep remain
I hope you feel my pain
I hope you feel my pain
Face as cold as murder and I ain't saying that I ain't involved
I've got that jaded soul I'm snorting flakes of gold
I told the neighbours that the bailiffs are just mates you know
I feel like I got left behind but maybe I just ain't evolved
They called me problem child until I got the problem solved
I crawl along the road to make it to that pot of gold
And fire burns a rotten soul like bada boom
And I can't shake the past it lasts a thousand moons
It eats away my conscience like finger food and macaroons
And I ain't gassin' nowt so breath a toxic bag of fumes
My front room's littered with bare empty cans of Orangeboom
Keep talking like you're tripping bro we both know that's older news
These motherfuckers couldn't catch me slipping in some Bowling shoes
The rent is overdue and I'm done performing
This ain't the Smiths and everyday's like fucking Monday morning
Wait for opportunity and manifest cos luck is dormant
It ain't coming knocking at your door like the Book of Mormon
So pay the fucking Horsemen Apocalyptic
This is brain damage broken biscuits
I ain't the only misfit most of us are broke and twisted
And I'm surprised my personalities coexisted
Living life's a lonely business come alone and leave the same
I hope to catch a break before it's time to say auf wiedersehen
I after peace again we're tryna beat the game
I'm tryna walk an easy path but always climbing steep terrain
And what if Jesus came Would that relieve your pain
Cos he'd be crucified and murdered in the streets again
Cos man'll point the finger and man'll speak the name
When the wolves are locked away for good then only sheep remain
I hope you feel my pain
I hope you feel my pain
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Writer(s): Ben Powell
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