I used to be a better man,
But these years have seen me fall.
I held the taste of glory and pride.
But that life has gone, sour in the sun.
Days are shorter, nights are too d*** long.
Now the bitter taste of failure sits on my tongue,
Full of cliches, full of s***.
But I like the way the sky shines,
When you look it through open eyes.
I like the wya the city burns,
When you see the flames of freedom spark.
I still am, that better man
And these years have seen me tested,
I still hold the taste of floury and pride,
My beliefs are strong
They shine with the sun,
Still full of cliches, still full of s***.
I know now, the colour of regret,
It's blood red (I'm blood red),
I guess I'm better for it.
But these years have seen me fall.
I held the taste of glory and pride.
But that life has gone, sour in the sun.
Days are shorter, nights are too d*** long.
Now the bitter taste of failure sits on my tongue,
Full of cliches, full of s***.
But I like the way the sky shines,
When you look it through open eyes.
I like the wya the city burns,
When you see the flames of freedom spark.
I still am, that better man
And these years have seen me tested,
I still hold the taste of floury and pride,
My beliefs are strong
They shine with the sun,
Still full of cliches, still full of s***.
I know now, the colour of regret,
It's blood red (I'm blood red),
I guess I'm better for it.