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