The Leveller - Sam Fender

Stunned by the stillness of it all

Waitin' in vain for the almighty crash

As little England rips itself to pieces

Buried my grandma along with her world

And this twisted mutation is where I reside

Wallowing in the light of the monitor

Woah

Woah

We are the scum who overstayed their welcome

Scribed on the walls in the back lane by my flat

Teenage premonitions of Armageddon

Don’t you let it get you

Don’t fall in the mire

Hold your head up higher

Don’t you let it sigh

Mark my words

This is the levellr

Woah

Scurry around my town, silent for miles

With a cancer in my blood and a ringing in my ar

And the fear is the closest thing to fun that I have

Woah

Don’t you let it get you

Don’t fall in the mire

Hold your head up, hold your head up

Don’t you let it, don’t you let it

Don’t fall in, don’t fall in

Don’t fall in, don’t fall in

Woah, oh

Woah