goal of the century

Ah shit, I know this one and I, I know it's real

When I heard it on something, I levitated, it eviscerated me

I got the meaning of it, I got the feel

That shit was underrated I made a pact with myself, I made a deal

I'm the inexorable asshole in a Cuban heel

Thrown in the back of a rent-a-car

Right to the left of the superstar

Clyde the dependable shooting guard

Wait and find out

See what the undercard is about

You wanna go where the light is?

Make the bastards say your name?

You wanna sing the exalted

Till nothing but light remains?

You wanna stand high

In an open-hearted room?

You want a seat at the altar?

Hey hey, say the truth

You sing the verses and I repeat the tune

Gotta think it over and I hesitate, I wanna make it true

I take beating for it, it's what I do

Nothing and everything

Schooled in in the art of the overcast

Alive in the eyes of the underclass

Five in the morning, I'd only catch a way to come down

I'm pride of the overground

You wanna know what a life is?

Then you take it day by day

You wanna see it in motion?

The sum of a life contains

Every bad vibe, every undivided groove

You wanna live in the open?

Hey hey, say the truth

There will be peace in the valley, come riding the night train home

And you'll leave and tip the valet and we'll meet at the after show

Streets will sing it softly to me and bathe in the outer glow

And head down I'm writing this shit out on my phone

A way that I can talk to you and reach you

I guess I don't know

There's angels in silence

It's warm in the islands

And Indy is growing

My brothers are calling

The rabbits are chasing

Ricciardo is racing

And I'm making a living

And God is forgiving

And it's six in the morning

And England is storming

My wife is asleep and

We're thinking of children

I wish you could meet them

(Ha-lle, ha-lle-lu)

In a way it'll feel like

You were an angel in real time