| I’ve got two greyhounds, they don’t really go out and work much
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| They’re more of my muscle for muscle than it’s worth
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| Got a caffeine system and a pourin' arm
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| I grow cannabis in my back garden
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| Oh, it’s much more hassle, more hassle than it’s worth
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| My parents bought me a soul when I was younger
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| I didn’t look after it, I didn’t feed its hunger
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| Oh, I put it in the cupboard only when they come around
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| My parents bought me a soul when I was younger
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| I didn’t look after it, I didn’t feed its hunger
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| Oh, I put it in the cupboard only when they come around
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| But I am hollow, broken, borrowed
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| I am hollow, goin' solo
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| I am fallin' but focused
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| I’m dreadin' the outlook
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| Thy asked me if I’m ready to com out yet
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| And I said, «No way, no way, no way»
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| «No way, no way, no way»
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| I am hollow, broken, borrowed
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| I am fallin' but focused
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| I grow scarecrows in my back garden
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| Keeps away the kids and the rust
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| But they scare me more, more, and more than it’s worth
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| I’ve got a crushin' sense of awareness
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| And the overwhelmin' urge to be kind
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| And it hits me more, more, and more than I mind
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| My parents bought me a soul when I was younger
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| I didn’t look after it, I didn’t feed its hunger
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| Oh, I put it in the cupboard only when they come around
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| My parents bought me a soul when I was younger
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| I didn’t look after it, I didn’t feed its hunger
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| Oh, I put it in the cupboard only when they come around
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| But I am hollow, broken, borrowed
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| I am hollow, goin' solo
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| I’m fallin', but focused
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| I am hollow, broken, borrowed
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| I am hollow, goin' solo
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| I am, I’m fallin' but focused
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| I’m dreadin' the outlook
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| They asked me if I’m ready to come out yet
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| And I said, «No way, no way, no way»
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| «No way, no way, no way»
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| I am hollow, broken, borrowed
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| I am broken |