Lyrics Almost Brave - Swingin Utters

Almost Brave

Good intentions shattered by conventions
Traditionalized and bland with boredom searched over and feared
Of hatred is the cursed habit of the hardest working man
I’ll take a drink to this and a good smoke to clear my head
I’m not a criminal (whoa)
I’m at times quite honest
I’m not some scrawny knave (whoa)
I’d say I’m almost brave
Punching in is punching out of courage
Doing what you’re told and holding back your dreams for an awful,
dead-end burden
Denial is the loyal vice of the hardest working man
I’ll fight 'em down to bits and fuck their dirty tricks and I’ll always finish
last
I’m not a criminal (whoa)
I’m at times quite honest
I’m not some scrawny knave (whoa)
I’d say I’m almost brave
Denial is the loyal vice of the hardest working man