27 - Allan Rayman

27 years, 27 years old Only thing I know, the only thing I get told I gotta sell out if I want to get sold Don't want the devil to be taking my soul I write songs that come from the heart I don't give a fuck if they get into the chart, or not Only way I can be, is to say what I see And have no shadow hanging over me I don't know where I'm running but I know how to run 'Cause, running's the thing I've always done Oh I don't know what I'm doing but I know what I've done I'm a hungry heart, a loaded gun 27 years, 27 years now Only thing I know, I know that I don't know how To please everybody all of the time 'Cause everybody always fucking changing their minds A little bit faded, a little bit jaded Not gonna stop and I won't be persuaded To write words I can't believe in To see my face on a video screen I don't know where I'm running but I know how to run 'Cause, running's the thing I've always done I don't know what I'm doing but I know what I've done I'm a hungry heart, a loaded gun 27 years, 27 years done Written 600 songs, only 12 get sung 87,000 cigarettes have passed through these lungs And every single day I wish I'd never smoked one A week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircut 8 years sleeping, I'm still tired when I wake up A whole year eating and I still lost weight, fuck Five proper girlfriends and five messy breakups 27 birthdays, 27 new years 30,000 quid, just so I could have a few beers Ever dying old hopes, ever growing new fears Don't know where I'm going, but I know how I got here Don't know where I'm running but I know how to run 'Cause, running's the thing I've always done, oh Oh I don't know what I'm doing but I know what I've done I'm a hungry heart, a loaded gun, oh Said I don't know where I'm running but I know how to run 'Cause, running's the thing I've always done, oh Oh I don't know what I'm doing but I know what I've done I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun, oh

She can't do wrong by a friend They fight for attention And when it all falls apart She blames it on them and then they start again Please do pay no mind Gets the head all the time I give her cold shoulder cause she always plays it cool She only talks back sometimes When my back stays turned to her Catch the girl slipping, yeah Looking at the boy But my back stays turned to her This girl only wants what she can't have I am the world to her Funny how I am the world to her Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her She can't do wrong by a friend They fight for attention And when it all falls apart She blames it on them and then they start again Please do pay no mind Gets the head all the time I give her cold shoulder cause she always plays it cool She only talks back sometimes When my back stays turned to her Catch the girl slipping, yeah Looking at the boy But my back stays turned to her This girl only wants what she can't have I am the world to her Funny how I am the world to her Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway It don't matter to her anyway No, it don't matter to her anyway Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her Beverly, his girl Cruella de Vil Oh, she's so perfect, sure It's never good enough for her

Hey Hand me down, try me on Trim the sleeves if they're too long Inside out you see the stitch Inside out you see the stitch Inside out, don't wear the inside wrong Pretty little wrong thing singing Hallelujah Sucker punch, I saw the sucker suckin' on a Luger She don't have the guts, she coulda nearly pulled the trigger No matter what I do I am the bullet going through her Are you drawing people again? Do the threads of their sweaters Hang past the rips in their jeans? Are you drawing people again? Would that turn you inside out Have you showing the stitch? Inside out you see the stitch (showing the stitch) Inside out you see the stitch (showing the stitch) Inside out, don't wear the inside wrong You see the stitch Before you hand me down, try me on Trim the sleeves if they hang too long Inside out you see the stitch Inside out you see the stitch Inside out, don't wear the inside wrong Pretty little wrong thing Oh, I wish I never knew you It was heaven doll, but like a doll I outgrew you That's not to say you're wrong for thinking Age don't add to friction I just don't go in for sweet young things and superstition Are you drawing people again? Do the threads of their sweaters Hang past the rips in their jeans? Can you draw me strung out and slim? Would that turn you inside out Have you showing the stitch? Inside out you see the stitch (showing the stitch) Inside out you see the stitch (showing the stitch) Inside out don't wear the inside wrong You see the stitch