"PoRceLAin GuN" lyrics

Sweet. Yeah, okay, I do like that one though, yeah, good call
We'll come back to that

Yeah. Okay. Okay

Been giving this some thought
And it's not sitting right
Years behind me, 29
A quite eventful life
Right place, shiny suits
A false sense of importance
An overwhelming praise, mate
I fill my boots
Left me feeling only confused and lonely
Why's this person crying if I feel so phoney?
Why do I feel like I've been sold a lie?
Made to wear a golden tie
Smiles on the outside, but internally I fold and cry
Tom, why you got two swollen eyes?
Desperate not to be stuck
Well, please stop calling me a chicken when I'm clearly a duck!
Quack, quack!

Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one
Still, I'm fragile like a porcelain gun
Pointless, like torching the sun
Boom, bang, goes the porcelain gun
Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one
Still, I'm fragile like a porcelain gun
Pointless, like torching the sun
Boom, bang, goes the...

And we're just maniacs
Don't you think it's crazy that we don't ask about your heart size?
We ask, "How'd you pay for that?"
I find it funny
We ask what you do
As if I care how you earned your money
I want to know how you live your life
Dogs, beer, travel, Netflix
Anything but your 9 to 5
Seriously, tell me that you love your family
Shakespeare, Spielberg, anyone!
You tell me that you need to check your Instagram
Then I've got to run...

Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one
Still, I feel fragile like a porcelain gun
Pointless, like torching the sun
Boom, bang, goes the porcelain gun
Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one
Still, fragile like a porcelain gun
Pointless, like torching the sun
Boom, bang, goes the-, boom, bang, goes the

Now, I'm not one to bitch and moan, my friend, that's not my style
But these feelings have been featuring for quite a while
The best way to get that stress off my chest
Is to put the thoughts on pages
I thought a song was best
I know I'm blessed, mate
Everyday I freestyle with gratitude
But sometimes I'm snappy
Later thinking, 'mate; that was rude'
It's been a while, 29 years to say the least
And 9 times out of 10
I've found the Beauty; not the Beast
I found love with a girl that I was working with
Queen of Queens, mate
Quite the perfect fit
Just one of them kind of girls
So sweet, to eat, like a diamond pearls

Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one
Still, I'm fragile like a porcelain gun
Pointless, like torching the sun
Boom, bang, goes the porcelain gun
Yes, I know my life has been a fortunate one
Still, I feel fragile like a porcelain gun
Spoke to your Mum, all goodly done
This conversation's been a torturous one, now...