Lucky - Make Do And Mend

It’s about time now that you find out your egos a coffin, so lie down

It’s about time now that you put your pride away

'Cause there’s something about how the words sound when they’re coming out of

your own mouth

That make you wonder what you think this weighs

We’re the lucky ones

And we tore these days undone

We’re the bastard sons

Who squandered every mile they let us run

You’ve heard enough by now to know

There’s lines to cross and lines to leave alone

You’re worth a fools weight in gold

Until they let you go

For what it’s worth I think you’ve got some nerve

It’s what you earn and not what you deserve

That keep the feet below your knees planted to the ground

So set your sights ahead and chase it down

We’re the lucky ones

And we tore these days undone

We’re the bastard sons

Who squandered every mile they let us run

If this is all a dream

Then I beg you to let me sleep

'Cause I’ve found something worth all I’ve given up

Give in, fade out

Raise the bar, or set it down

'Cause you can’t change the rules they made to suit yourself

Give in, fade out

Raise the bar, or set it down

'Cause you can’t change the rules they made to suit yourself

We’re the lucky ones

And we tore these days undone

We’re the bastard sons

Who squandered every mile they let us run

(We're the lucky ones)

If this is all a dream

(When it’s said and done)

Then I beg you to let me sleep

(We're the bastard sons)

'Cause I’ve found something worth all I’ve given up

(And we tore these days undone)