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Upcoming Concerts for Paul Heaton & Jacqui Abbott

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Heaton
Paul Heaton
Vocals
Jacqui Abbott
Jacqui Abbott
Vocals
Chris Wise
Chris Wise
Background Vocals
Pete Marshall
Pete Marshall
Drums
Jonny Lexus
Jonny Lexus
Guitar
Stephen Large
Stephen Large
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Heaton
Paul Heaton
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Owen Williams
John Owen Williams
Producer
David Watts
David Watts
Mixing Engineer
Mark Scully
Mark Scully
Assistant Recording Engineer
Marcus Walker
Marcus Walker
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jamie Ross-Robson
Jamie Ross-Robson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Guy Davie
Guy Davie
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Born into a certain life You'll only roll a one Lucky to even hold the thing Before the chance is gone You're Bransholme or you're Manor Top You're Old Kent Road or same Quickly learn in life, playing on this board You'll never reach Park Lane And we knew a decent holiday Was something out of reach When they drove us to the pub carpark And told us, 'That's the beach' Born into a better class That only rolls a two A slightly lighter accent and A slighter better shoe Those shoes are walking on thin ice Though you hold a decent job Looking at this dump, one financial slump Straight back on the rob She said she felt luckier Than all the stars above But she wouldn't stop the scratchcards As we laid and made sweet love And you'll never find no wizardry at state school (State school) That's a very early lesson that they teach (That they teach) Unless you're holding magic wand, you'll only roll a one The good life's out of reach, the good life's out of reach Just a shade more lucky Is the family right next door Usually, they'll roll a three Occasionally a four Their parents went to grammar school And they did just the same Wait till they are rich, pay the mortgage off Leave for leafy lane You can tell the car they'll leave in The keys don't leave their hands And head-to-toe in Lycra The sort of day they've planned And you'll never find no wizardry at state school (State school) That's a very early lesson that they teach (That they teach) Unless you're holding magic wand, you'll only roll a one The good life's out of reach, the good life's out of reach Miles out in the country Plus a couple up their drive The kind of family who never seem To roll less than a five If good luck ain't inherited And it don't drop from the sky Usually it's gained stomping on the heads Of folk like you and I School motto writ in Latin That we can't understand Is 'Not unless your parents Can cough up 50 grand' And you'll never find no wizardry at state school (State school) That's a very early lesson that they teach (That they teach) Unless you're holding magic wand, you'll only roll a one The good life's out of reach, the good life's out of reach Further down path, nestling on moat Are the family who are the reason we vote They don't judge holiday by sun, sea, or sand But if the peasants are selling up land 'Cause the only good trip fit for postcard home Is from a beach you actually own They've got the drawbridge up when the taxman's in town To other families, they only look down And you'll never find no wizardry at state school (State school) That's a very early lesson that they teach (That they teach) Unless you're holding magic wand, you'll only roll a one The good life's out of reach, the good life's out of reach And the lucky dice you're holding, they ain't lucky (Lucky) If the numbers on the dice, they ain't the same (Ain't the same) If the dice ain't got a six, there's really no quick fix It ain't a level game, it ain't a level game
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