Fitzroy Strongman - Sodastream

Feeling slim feeling old

Cause these words i haven’t sold

Set it out

Say it clean and these bitter bitter leaves

Are blowing in

Bringing down this pretty useless town

It’s a useless town

Don’t want to try

Don’t want to listen now

I’d like to change you

I’d like to change you but lift you higher

Cause there’s no

Higher ground

There’s too much trouble here

I wish these days would leave this town

And I have brittle bones

I wear my shallow grin

And spread my wickedness around

Quarter leg a quart of mace

Is a measure of my taste

A taste of sin

A taste of ill and these bitter bitter pills

Are flowing in

This is all

These relations on my wall

They’re on my floor

Don’t want to turn

Don’t want to turn on you

I’d like to break him

I’d like to break him but treat his bride

But there’s no

Higher ground

There’s too much trouble here

I wish these days would leave this town

And i have brittle bones

I wear my shallow grin

And spread my wickedness around