CRICKET LYRICS

"Tattered Tom"

Keeping his eye on the prize, his skin is so cold.
This man is alive.
Let me make this clear,
these words I scream at you.
Ive tried my fucking best,
to see this world through,
I’ve failed so many times,
I’ve got lost within this place,
lost everything I love.
This world I embrace. Sing It Out, Sing It Loud,
don't ever tell me what we always fight about,
Sing It Out, Sing It Loud, Stand for something?
I’ll stand for myself.
Decision to make, that repress his mind.
Fighting for so long, is there enough time?
Let's make this clear.
These streets and where I live,
nobody's holding me, I’ve got nothing left to give,
I’m through this world wins,
this tired mans old eyes,
still barely hanging on,
his name is tattered tom.

Thanks to cenman for these lyrics

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