I cannot cope unless I'm guided by hope
This girl you see she's a mystery to me
Oh I wish that I could show you all the things that I've done, but I'm hiding all my regrets away from you.
Never confiding, but finding a way to drink my way through, Silly Brentwood Boy.
There's no wick in the candle,
I can't handle this fight on my own.
Cobble street I can't find my feet in this burning heat.
But the wicked man sleeps in no mans place, in no mans place.
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be okay.
Oh the wicked man keeps his grace,
The wicked man is me, the wicked man is me.
Oh, he spends his time writing songd for her,
and the word escape his his favourite word.
His father's son with his mothers eyes
is crying alone where you can't see his tears.
Think's he's dying, can't get a grip of all his fears.
This silly Brentwood boy.
Iron outa few creases, the pieces never fit.
All the lantern's dotted around, the demon's living inside their precious homes.
But the wicked man sleeps in no mans place, in no mans place.
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be okay, not today.
Oh the wicked man keeps his grace,
The wicked man is me, the wicked man is me.
Oh, he spends his time writing songd for her,
and the word escape his his favourite word.
His father's son with his mothers eyes
is crying alone where you can't see his tears.
Think's he's dying, can't get a grip of all his fears.
This silly Brentwood boy.
Iron outa few creases, the pieces never fit.
All the lantern's dotted around, the demon's living inside their precious homes.
But the wicked man sleeps in no mans place, in no mans place.
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be okay, not today.
Oh the wicked man keeps his grace,
The wicked man is me, the wicked man is me me me me me
Oh, the wicked man sleeps in no mans place, in no mans place.
But he wishes he could tell you this will be okay, not today.
Oh the wicked man keeps his grace,
The wicked man is me
This girl you see she's a mystery to me
Oh I wish that I could show you all the things that I've done, but I'm hiding all my regrets away from you.
Never confiding, but finding a way to drink my way through, Silly Brentwood Boy.
There's no wick in the candle,
I can't handle this fight on my own.
Cobble street I can't find my feet in this burning heat.
But the wicked man sleeps in no mans place, in no mans place.
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be okay.
Oh the wicked man keeps his grace,
The wicked man is me, the wicked man is me.
Oh, he spends his time writing songd for her,
and the word escape his his favourite word.
His father's son with his mothers eyes
is crying alone where you can't see his tears.
Think's he's dying, can't get a grip of all his fears.
This silly Brentwood boy.
Iron outa few creases, the pieces never fit.
All the lantern's dotted around, the demon's living inside their precious homes.
But the wicked man sleeps in no mans place, in no mans place.
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be okay, not today.
Oh the wicked man keeps his grace,
The wicked man is me, the wicked man is me.
Oh, he spends his time writing songd for her,
and the word escape his his favourite word.
His father's son with his mothers eyes
is crying alone where you can't see his tears.
Think's he's dying, can't get a grip of all his fears.
This silly Brentwood boy.
Iron outa few creases, the pieces never fit.
All the lantern's dotted around, the demon's living inside their precious homes.
But the wicked man sleeps in no mans place, in no mans place.
But he wishes he could tell you it'll be okay, not today.
Oh the wicked man keeps his grace,
The wicked man is me, the wicked man is me me me me me
Oh, the wicked man sleeps in no mans place, in no mans place.
But he wishes he could tell you this will be okay, not today.
Oh the wicked man keeps his grace,
The wicked man is me