Yardsailing Lyrics

Hey pal, take this piece of my, my
(Take this piece of my, my back string)
Leaving, sailing, flying
(Hating, Hey pal, fateful, good sad)
You got the capacity and you're so f****** lucky
Living up above the street; you're so f****** lucky
All your hair and bones and teeth, and you're so f****** lucky
Jesus Christ I wanna meet; you're so f***** lucky
Smoke, coughing, smoking, poking
(Smoke, coughing, smoke, poking)
Hey pal, good sad, for reach out
(Make it last, it won't set sailing)

You got the capacity, and you're so f****** lucky
Living high above the street; you're so f****** lucky

Cut your chances nearly in half
I'm shut out of many good things
You take a little when you can; you're so f****** lucky
Jesus Christ, a perfect plan (man); you're so f****** lucky