Colours
Another man down
A mother crying at home
A guilt ridden father drowning his sorrows
Saying Son where did I go wrong
Now your mothers in a hearse
And your fathers all alone
He wishes that he could go back and do it different
He'd say Son maybe you should stay home
Pick yourself up
Try some dumb luck
Stop chasing your drinks with an uppercut
Go to bed man
Get ahead man
It ain't easy but try be a better man
Do you remember
A time when living was easy and loving was hard
When it never got dark and the music it played
And you sat in the colours to see how they
run, run, run
Another year older
Your mothers moved on
The guilt ridden fathers still drowning his sorrows
And he's hoping that he'll move on
While your mother lays flowers
At the foot of your new home
The guilt ridden fathers called it a day
Saying Son yeah you should come home
Pick yourself up
Try some dumb luck
Stop chasing your drinks with an uppercut
Go to bed man
Get ahead man
It ain't easy but try be a better man
Do you remember
A time when living was easy and loving was hard
When it never got dark and the music it played
And you sat in the colours to see how they
run, run, run
Pick yourself up
Try some dumb luck
Stop chasing your drinks with an uppercut
Go to bed man
Get ahead man
It ain't easy but try be a better man
Do you remember
A time when living was easy and loving was hard
When it never got dark and the music it played
And you sat in the colours to see how they
run, run, run
A mother crying at home
A guilt ridden father drowning his sorrows
Saying Son where did I go wrong
Now your mothers in a hearse
And your fathers all alone
He wishes that he could go back and do it different
He'd say Son maybe you should stay home
Pick yourself up
Try some dumb luck
Stop chasing your drinks with an uppercut
Go to bed man
Get ahead man
It ain't easy but try be a better man
Do you remember
A time when living was easy and loving was hard
When it never got dark and the music it played
And you sat in the colours to see how they
run, run, run
Another year older
Your mothers moved on
The guilt ridden fathers still drowning his sorrows
And he's hoping that he'll move on
While your mother lays flowers
At the foot of your new home
The guilt ridden fathers called it a day
Saying Son yeah you should come home
Pick yourself up
Try some dumb luck
Stop chasing your drinks with an uppercut
Go to bed man
Get ahead man
It ain't easy but try be a better man
Do you remember
A time when living was easy and loving was hard
When it never got dark and the music it played
And you sat in the colours to see how they
run, run, run
Pick yourself up
Try some dumb luck
Stop chasing your drinks with an uppercut
Go to bed man
Get ahead man
It ain't easy but try be a better man
Do you remember
A time when living was easy and loving was hard
When it never got dark and the music it played
And you sat in the colours to see how they
run, run, run
Credits
Writer(s): Angus Shand
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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