Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Toxic
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Toxic
Composer
Lyrics
Punch drunk lovers
They’re running out of cover
They’re living on minimum wage
They’ve got each other
But bills they smother
This house; a bastard’s cage!
This is the way of the country
This is the way of the world
This is the way of the country
This is the way of the world
Lonely Father
He couldn’t try harder
Already dead on his feet
Three pints of lager
He’s already a martyr
Rats race, to the drum’s beat
This is the way of the country
This is the way of the world
This is the way of the country
This is the way of the world
This is the way of the country
This is the way of the world
This is the way of the country
This is the way of the world
We are taught from a young age
That we are meant to soar
But when they pulled the rug from under me
It was my face to the floor!
Written by: Toxic
