歌詞
When you’re one step ahead
Got your foot through the door
About to start your plans
Not a thing can go wrong
Bagged yourself a house
Yet to see the bills
A zero hour contract
Will hardly fulfil
That weed addiction
Cocaine lines
The fridge is empty
Prioritise
Maybe put those plans on hold
Reality is calling
Living like a renegade
With nothing to lose
An upstart rebel
That’s trying to prove
He’d sleep better
If he cut all ties
The family names has been demoralised
Maybe put those plans on hold
I said maybe put those plans on hold
Written by: Jack Chatfield, Jacob Hull, Sid Ryan
