The Leveller

Stung by the stillness of it all Waitin' in vain for the almighty crash As little England rips itself to pieces Buried my grandma along with her world In this twisted mutation is where I reside Wallowing in the light of the monitor Whoa Whoa We are the scum who overstayed their welcome Scribed on the walls in the back lane by my flat Teenage premonitions of Armageddon Don't you let it get you Don't fall in the mire Hold your head up higher Don't you let it sigh Mark my words This is the leveler Whoa Scurry around my town, silent for miles With a cancer in my blood and a ringing in my ear And the fear is the closest thing to fun that I have Whoa Don't you let it get you Don't fall in the mire Hold your head up, hold your head up Don't you let it, don't you let it Don't fall in, don't fall in Don't fall in, don't fall in Whoa, oh Whoa --- The Leveller - Sam Fender