Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PoRceLAin GuN, artist - Tom Felton. Date of issue: 21.07.2021
Song language: English
PoRceLAin GuN |
| Sweet. |
| Yeah, okay, I do like that one though, yeah, good call |
| We’ll come back to that |
| Yeah. |
| Okay. |
| Okay |
| Been giving this some thought |
| And it’s not sitting right |
| Years behind me, 29 |
| A quite eventful life |
| Right place, shiny suits |
| A false sense of importance |
| An overwhelming praise, mate |
| I fill my boots |
| Left me feeling only confused and lonely |
| Why’s this person crying if I feel so phoney? |
| Why do I feel like I’ve been sold a lie? |
| Made to wear a golden tie |
| Smiles on the outside, but internally I fold and cry |
| Tom, why you got two swollen eyes? |
| Desperate not to be stuck |
| Well, please stop calling me a chicken when I’m clearly a duck! |
| Quack, quack! |
| Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one |
| Still, I’m fragile like a porcelain gun |
| Pointless, like torching the sun |
| Boom, bang, goes the porcelain gun |
| Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one |
| Still, I’m fragile like a porcelain gun |
| Pointless, like torching the sun |
| Boom, bang, goes the… |
| And we’re just maniacs |
| Don’t you think it’s crazy that we don’t ask about your heart size? |
| We ask, «How'd you pay for that?» |
| I find it funny |
| We ask what you do |
| As if I care how you earned your money |
| I want to know how you live your life |
| Dogs, beer, travel, Netflix |
| Anything but your 9 to 5 |
| Seriously, tell me that you love your family |
| Shakespeare, Spielberg, anyone! |
| You tell me that you need to check your Instagram |
| Then I’ve got to run… |
| Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one |
| Still, I feel fragile like a porcelain gun |
| Pointless, like torching the sun |
| Boom, bang, goes the porcelain gun |
| Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one |
| Still, fragile like a porcelain gun |
| Pointless, like torching the sun |
| Boom, bang, goes the-, boom, bang, goes the |
| Now, I’m not one to bitch and moan, my friend, that’s not my style |
| But these feelings have been featuring for quite a while |
| The best way to get that stress off my chest |
| Is to put the thoughts on pages |
| I thought a song was best |
| I know I’m blessed, mate |
| Everyday I freestyle with gratitude |
| But sometimes I’m snappy |
| Later thinking, 'mate; |
| that was rude' |
| It’s been a while, 29 years to say the least |
| And 9 times out of 10 |
| I’ve found the Beauty; |
| not the Beast |
| I found love with a girl that I was working with |
| Queen of Queens, mate |
| Quite the perfect fit |
| Just one of them kind of girls |
| So sweet, to eat, like a diamond pearls |
| Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one |
| Still, I’m fragile like a porcelain gun |
| Pointless, like torching the sun |
| Boom, bang, goes the porcelain gun |
| Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one |
| Still, I feel fragile like a porcelain gun |
| Spoke to your Mum, all goodly done |
| This conversation’s been a torturous one, now… |