Will Varley - King For A King Lyrics
You’re six seconds old in the arms of your motherSix weeks later, you start to see colourAnd you learn pretty soon, if you cry you get titYou learn how to crawl and you learn how to shitBy the time you can speak, they got you in schoolWhere just asking questions is breaking the rulesWell, ten years later, the system has wonYou’ve stopped asking questions and sucking your thumbOn your thirteenth birthday they give you a drinkSay, “Get it all down, you’ll forget how to think!”So you tell your first girlfriend you’re gonna die youngAt the end of her garden she gives you some tongueBy fourteen she’s left you, well life is unfairYou’ve got shey on your t-shirt and spikes in your headAnd your best friend from school said, “Just doesn’t suit you!”You sit on a wall and you talk of the future, sayKing for a king, eye for an eyeThe birds still sing when they fall from the skyIf I slip a little whisky now into your cupWill you swear that you’ll never grow up?Swear that you’ll never grow up?Well your teenage years scar you like daggersYour insecurity turns into a swaggerDefensive as Normandy, lacking maturityDrink like a fish, smoke like a chimneyKing for a king, eye for an eyeThe birds still sing when they fall from the skyWe’ll stand on the rooftops, we’ll scream and we’ll shoutIf you swear that tomorrow we’ll work it all outIf you swear that tomorrow we’ll work it all outWell by twenty you’re starting to run out of steamYou got no money and can’t sell your dreamsGet a job in an office like a means to an endYou start wearing shirts and losing your friendsAnd one night you meet a girl having a smokeShe looks alright and she laughs at your jokesWell, take it all easy, boy, you can’t be lazyWatch out, son, you’ve got a baby, ohSix seconds old, in the arms of your loverSix weeks later, she starts to see colourAnd you swear that no harm will come to her or her motherYour means to an end, well it’s starting to suffer, sayKing for a king, eye for an eyeThe birds still sing when they fall from the skyWell, at least we can laugh, at least we can smileWe all just drop in for a whileYeah, we all just drop in for a whileWell, your hair’s getting grey now, so is your moustacheYour best friend from school dies in a car crashYou bury him, it’s raining, you stand by your wifeYou say, “What have I done with my life?”Just a name in a family tree, nothing to historyBut me and my woman, that’s all that it means to meKing for a king, eye for an eyeThe birds still sing when they fall from the skySlip a little whisky now into my cupAnd we’ll swear that we’ll never grow upYeah, we’ll swear that we’ll never grow up
