27

27 Years, 27 years old
Only thing I know, the only thing that gets old
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 my heart
I don’t give a fuck if they get into the chart, oh no
Only way I can be, is to say what I see
And have my 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
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

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 changes their mind
A little bit of faith and a little bit of chain
Don’t want to stop, 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, I’m a loaded gun

Oh, oh, oh, ooh

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 1
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
5 Proper girlfriends and 5 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 how I’m going, but I know how I’m going here

Don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run
‘Cause, running’s the thing I’ve always done
Said 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