See these furrowed lines that eat my face   And this bitter sweat I bleed to stay   See these synchronized hands that leave me cold   And these silver streaks as they unfold      As I dream of a place for my love   And forty more years of being pushed from above   With no thanks at all for all the days that I’ve sold   And swallowed my pride to make a place I call home      Taste this poisoned air that fates my son   In this broken church of soulless songs      And I dream of a place for my love   And forty more years of being pushed from above   With no thanks at all for all the days that I’ve sold   And swallowed my pride to keep this place I call home      (Ok…)   Well if you’ve got something to say   Lets all hear it, someone’ll know your name   So if you wanna go far, then start to work those tongues   You all know where my arse is!      See these furrowed lines that bless my face   And this holy sweat I bleed with grace      As I dream of a place for my love   And forty more years of being pushed from above   With no thanks at all for all the days that I’ve sold   And swallowed my pride to keep this place I call home      I swallow my pride   But you ain’t got none at all