The White-Washed Blues

I wrote a line about a ship destroyed in a storm

The imagery's nice but the story is so worn

Plus, I've never seen the sea

I'm metaphorically landlocked

So I make up waves in the gutters where I walk

Like an abandoned building's walls

Can't I stand until they bring a wrecking ball?

Cut me up

Tear me down

Cut me up

Tear me down

Well, my bus was so late and my tea ain't that great

You'd swear I'm the target of genocide

And yes, I've always lived in the castle

I've never gone outside

But I won't blame a privileged life

On the reason why I can't survive one

Cut me up

Tear me down

Cut me up

Yes, I know that it's all relative

But these are the palest shade of blues

And they're easy to hum along to

That's how they got passed onto you

I know I'm not as tough as the bricks of Aughrim Street

But I'll outlast your sails as you drown in a puddle

That's it, I swear I've had enough of this

Cut me up

Tear me down

Cut me up

Tear me down

(Oh, Oh)