could i interest you in a little something special pay the earth but if you have no money your attention ll do and if you don t give a damn you re welcome to keep it it s a hard road when you know where you re going and it s harder when you know where you re not so i ll stamp my clay feet till the staggering stops but good god give me strength to face another lazy day of if i was a millionaire i d be a million miles from here hands of the clock give me a round of applause for getting out of bed and the scars of the night before have turned into scabs and still i m seeing double and i m looking twice my age it s getting to the stage where i m old not wise just worried stories of rags to riches leave me in stitches and with a thread that s hard to follow you came into my life like a brick through a window and i cracked a smile remember those good who remembers the good old games that seemed to fill our days like a kiss cuddle and torture and i spy s p i t in your eye those around me who came up trumps would always get down on their knees to brag 
['britpop', 'c86', 'chamber pop', 'scottish indie']