A Working Class Lullaby

Lyrics from Live Performance [Verse 1] A working class man holds his head in his hands As he sits at the bar and he sighs He [?] and stares down the barrel of his glass As it teases an easier night He has three little girls and a wife on the rocks Like the ice in the whisky he sips Their love is in drought like their savings account Though it burns through his pride to admit His faith is like a diamond buried deep beneath the earth And life dealt him a trowel and an atlas The price is increased as thе government sleeps He'd prеfer to dissolve in his mattress Black mould looms on the ceiling like storm clouds He climbs up a tower of bills with his eyes In a small town in England, he pretends that he's fine As he fears for his family of five [Pre-Chorus] And he whispers [Chorus] God in heaven Why be so cruel? Some people have a dream Some don't come true [Verse 2] To add to the recession, along comes depression Since they were already acquainted They skip the foreplay and tangle as one As he sinks in the couch half sedated His withered hope clings by it's fingernails Just like the leaves at the end of November Tormenting himself is a morning routine And he curtains his gloom with his temper [Pre-Chorus] Now he's screaming [Chorus] God in heaven Why be so cruel? Some people have a dream Some don't come true [Verse 3] In a coffee shop, stranded, his clothes are unbranded He forced a half-smile for the waiter All the colours are grey on his canvas Just like the black and white receipt he can't pay for He turns off his phone and he walks with his head low He climbs on the wall on the bridge Oh, he closes his eyes and he curses the Lord 'Cause he can't find a fuck left to give [Pre-Chorus] Now he's crying [Chorus] God in heaven Why be so cruel? Some people have a dream So tell me why some don't come true [Outro] Some people have a dream Some don't come true