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