Waste of Breath
Album: From the Cradle to the Grave l.p.
Release Date: 1984
You paint your leather jacket but it comes off in the rain
And the more you cut your hair the more it grows again
The badges you put on yourself fall off or start to rust
And the more they take the piss the less people you can trust
Chorus:
It's the story of your life
And the end of it's your death
And every word that's inbetween
Is just a weast of breath
You don't know who you might have been or who you now should be
Or what you ought to write on walls or why you wanna be free
And then you start to panic cos the inspiration's there
But you're not sure how to use it and anyway non-one seems to care
Chorus
You're the classic all-round failure who never seems to win
You'd like to write a book but your not sure how to begin
It's the story of your life and the end of it's your death
And every word that's inbetween is jsut a wast of berath
Chorus