| You are, you are, you are, you are, you are
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| Everything I don’t want to be
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| Everything I don’t want to be
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| But I, but I, but I, but I, can see
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| Everything in you in me
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| What the fuck, goodbye, goodbye
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| Hey Dad, gee it feels funny to say that
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| Got any money to pay back, mum’s broke
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| Her boyfriend’s a dumb joke, some drunk bloke
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| Gets way mad, kinda like you
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| Well, that’s what I heard, my word
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| You’ve got a dynamite fuse
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| Now tell me, how’d you like to buy booze, write tomes
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| And hide from everybody that tries to find you
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| Yo Riley, why’d you sideline me
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| I tried to phone, but you don’t answer
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| That’s what I do, see
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| I’m kinda like you, true
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| Check this smile, if you wanna gander
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| I got bad teeth too
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| Must be in the gene pool
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| It’s got me thinking what you been through
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| It’s been a minute since I’ve seen you
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| Maybe we can meet soon, if not, I can understand it
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| Keep cool, kicking in your caravan
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| How’d you go after that accident
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| Face full of glass, longneck, and some painkillers
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| I’m just asking why you ain’t with us
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| You are, you are, you are, you are, you are
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| Everything I don’t want to be
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| Everything I don’t want to be
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| But I, but I, but I, but I, can see
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| Everything in you in me
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| What the fuck, goodbye, goodbye
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| What up pops
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| Yo, I’ve got to give props
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| From day dot, you were working more than one job
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| Just to keep the heat on, on that nightshift
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| Where has he gone, cause by day
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| You would get your sleep on
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| Age eight, move to the UK for opportunities
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| But never seen no
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| In the eighties were an immigrant
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| Wasn’t killing shit
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| Shitty pay to put some scraps on your dinner plate
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| It’s a pity, hey
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| i remember how it happened when
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| you had that crash and your back got bent
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| that was some tragic shit
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| when you lost your court case
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| i’ll never forget the look i saw up on your face of pure pain
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| that day forth you had a changed demeanor
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| went from happy go lucky to couldn’t give a fuck
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| i began to say how hard it was to see ya
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| with each new day grow a little more meaner
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| to my brother George, bro, know that you’re a great bloke
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| So happy that he chose you as his scapegoat
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| No more bear hugs for the bear cubs
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| Just medicated drugs but i maintain hope
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| You are, you are, you are, you are, you are
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| Everything I don’t want to be
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| Everything I don’t want to be
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| But I, but I, but I, but I, can see
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| Everything in you in me
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| What the fuck, goodbye, goodbye
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you
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| Missing you |