Lyrics Lucky - Make Do And Mend

Lucky

It’s about time now that you find out your egos a coffin, so lie down
It’s about time now that you put your pride away
'Cause there’s something about how the words sound when they’re coming out of
your own mouth
That make you wonder what you think this weighs
We’re the lucky ones
And we tore these days undone
We’re the bastard sons
Who squandered every mile they let us run
You’ve heard enough by now to know
There’s lines to cross and lines to leave alone
You’re worth a fools weight in gold
Until they let you go
For what it’s worth I think you’ve got some nerve
It’s what you earn and not what you deserve
That keep the feet below your knees planted to the ground
So set your sights ahead and chase it down
We’re the lucky ones
And we tore these days undone
We’re the bastard sons
Who squandered every mile they let us run
If this is all a dream
Then I beg you to let me sleep
'Cause I’ve found something worth all I’ve given up
Give in, fade out
Raise the bar, or set it down
'Cause you can’t change the rules they made to suit yourself
Give in, fade out
Raise the bar, or set it down
'Cause you can’t change the rules they made to suit yourself
We’re the lucky ones
And we tore these days undone
We’re the bastard sons
Who squandered every mile they let us run
(We're the lucky ones)
If this is all a dream
(When it’s said and done)
Then I beg you to let me sleep
(We're the bastard sons)
'Cause I’ve found something worth all I’ve given up
(And we tore these days undone)