Birmingham - Duncan Sheik

The sun has wound down on Birmingham

The day cleared up.

It’s pretty grand

I did a little job with a friend of mine

Emptied the pockets of the people in line

I could do a lot worse on a Saturday night

I could sit in my flat and think of maybes and mights

I’ve been a long time coming just to get to here

If it comes this easy, you don’t shed a tear

We do what we can, in Birmingham

We stick to the plan, in Birmingham

We make a few grand, in Birmingham

We live off the land, in Birmingham

Maybe I should clarify:

I’m a bit complicated for such a simple guy

I don’t need much, a few little things

Some illicit riches to live like a king

I never was one to really believe

All that talk about being where you’re supposed to be

The truth is a joke, well it’s just a cliche

Like: «Life's what you make it» or «Live for today»

We’re taking a stand, in Birmingham

We stick it to the man, in Birmingham

We grow on the land, in Birmingham

We don’t give a damn, in Birmingham

We do what we can, in Birmingham

We stick to the plan, in Birmingham

We make a few grand, in Birmingham

We live off the land, in Birmingham