The Wayside

It's the end of the world
And it's all my fault
I'm sick and tired of nuts and bolts
And pouring into gambling vaults
And storing excess pots of salt
I'm living my life on the wayside
I'm living my life by the wayside
Somebody talks
While another man's word
Is tossed in the air and is caught by a bird
But in the end it's not what you've heard
Just what people think that's good in this world
I'm living my life by the wayside
I'm living my life by the wayside
I'm living my life by the wayside
I'm living my life by the wayside
A fortune teller is skint by the road
Her cards are flicked in the air but not thrown
A magic trick you should never bemoan
The jokes on her and her talentless throne
I'm living my life by the wayside
I'm living my life by the wayside
I'm living my life by the wayside
I'm living my life by the wayside
It's the end of the world
And it's all my fault
I'm sick and tired of nuts and bolts
And pouring into gambling vaults
And storing excess pots of salt
I'm living my life on the wayside
I'm living my life by the wayside
I'm living my life on the wayside
I'm living my life by the wayside
I'm living my life on the wayside
I'm living my life by the wayside
I'm living my life on the wayside
I'm living my life by the wayside



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