Before their success the Gallaghers were deadbeat losers. The shithole town you're from doesn't care about you. The sun doesn't raise an eye to you. Nobody is going to ask twice. You claim the air you breathe or you die. But don't dwell on this.
Instead of stubbornly and hopelessly clinching your fist you should open your hand and grab what you want. Get off the floor, get on the bus, make your maker cry and let the world know you exist. A song about seizing life.
Before their success the Gallaghers were deadbeat losers. The shithole town you're from doesn't care about you. The sun doesn't raise an eye to you. Nobody is going to ask twice. You claim the air you breathe or you die. But don't dwell on this.
Instead of stubbornly and hopelessly clinching your fist you should open your hand and grab what you want. Get off the floor, get on the bus, make your maker cry and let the world know you exist. A song about seizing life.