Coffin Dodgers

I was born in a place where dreams would go to rest
Kids were raised and the grown ups aged and everything was at its best
But time ticked on and I got wiser I learned how to find a liar
Oh it's not as hard as you think

Open the newspaper baby look at their faces
Turn on the morning radio and listen to the phrases
Don't be fooled by the 'there's no I in team' malarkey
They come first, you're not part of the richer party yeah

The government told you so you believe it huh?
Well they sold you the dream then huh?
Aw, you're living your life right now aren't ya?
Brag it about it please, it's okay to speak up

A little louder for the front row
But you'll never get the microphone
You've been told that you've got it all
But it's theirs not yours

Coffin dodgers ruined all the future plans we wrote for all our goals and dreams they wiped it clean now all we see is misery
You vote for those who will not live to see their bad decisions
And now we're all on a godforsaken rescue mission

(save us, nobody's coming)

If you fly on a private jet you're a right dickhead and you got no friends
I'm saying whilst we walk around and recycle our paper straws
They burn their fuels and break their own laws

They spit on people that were born to shine their armour if they don't see poverty it don't exist, a phrase said by their fathers
Raised to polish all that honour that they purchased
Through dodgy deals and burning all their morals in the furnace

A team feeds on the dream that you showed them
A scheme with a pointed peak yeah you know them
Sell it sell it sell it go on sell it sell it sell it
Take the piss out of the poor close your business and forget it

Coffin dodgers ruined all the future plans we wrote for all our goals and dreams they wiped it clean now all we see is misery
You vote for those who will not live to see their bad decisions
And now we're all on a godforsaken rescue mission

I thought growing up was stressing about the rent but look my news feed is guns and war climate change and death galore
Won't house the homeless but pay to update old architecture
Really? You cry for change then spend taxes on your holidays okay

It's okay, it's okay.

You think we'll sit around and all be quiet
You think we'll say okay we don't mind it
You may have a title by your name
But you got no soul we see more everyday
You lie to kids in school, you think we'll play it cool
You tell the doctors that their pay reflects the work they do
Your time is running out, I know you hear us now
We've been lying dormant but we're rising from the ground

Coffin dodgers...

The youth is gonna feel it
The youth is gonna feel it
The youth is gonna feel it
The youth is gonna feel it



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Writer(s): Alex Scott
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