Cut Throat Lane

Something changed Since I slept on Cut Throat Lane Lost my smile lost my name I lost myself On Cut throat Lane Money talks As I just sit here in silence Het up and violent Those people aren't your friends That city's not your ends On the box pissed Blame it on the train you just missed The Job seeking pleasure seeker yeah he gets the gist Your prospects get bleaker Sip from the beaker of meek And get meeker Teacher I need to speak to you please I'm not being taught the lessons I need I can write I can read I can run at great speed It's not enough to succeed Oh here we go Blame the Education System? No No that's not what I'm saying That's not what I mean Something changed Since I slept on Cut Throat Lane Lost my smile lost my name I lost myself On Cut throat Lane When one pint turns into 3; misery You can't see who's behind you In the country of the blind But in the corner of your mind Who knows what you'll find Who where what if? Another could have been Perhaps another should have been Whisky in the jar Propping up a brand new bar Everyone else seems to get it to them it all makes sense At least that's how it looks from this side of the fence Something changed Since I slept on Cut Throat Lane Lost my smile lost my name I lost myself On Cut throat Lane