The Grey Side of Good Lyrics

The Grey Side of Good

[Verse 1]

Great, another week of my mates

Another street I’ll stray down, yet no dollar to waste

Find a new thing, stay positive

Find a rabbit, then follow it

Get on the 51 bus

Pray you don’t miss it, back to the city

like fuck I missed it.

Metro gloom, glue and shoot for the moon, find a way to stay tuned

If I can’t find a job by June, I’m fucked

Lucked out and it weighs a tonne

No job, no home, no pills, no girls, no fun

A toxic event just devoured my sun

But turns out it was a tune I heard from 2001

I’m dancing from six beers and a bump

They said “stay tuned” or “wired”? Now I’m not sure which one

You’re fidgeting like you just lied to your mum

While I’m stopping every strange just to ask for some gum

Hands in pocket, we do the shuffle

I could’ve left with them but I’m in a bubble

And muffled sounds played to crowds drawn in deep, do the rounds

Of a beat I only keep, with my eyes facing the sky not the ground

[Verse 2]

I’m on the grey side of good

I’m on the seventh round of shooting Greygoose

And if you choose to abuse do it the best that you could

Was advice spewed to light fuel, to give an excuse

And I’ve found myself in a rut

Between the bars and the sofas, man, I’ve somehow slipped up

Whatever happened to whylin’ out and getting fucked

And it not becoming something that you ought to give up?

See, I’ve fallen down more times than I’ve tried to get up

I ain’t stuck, I just ain’t in a rush

I ain’t an out-and-out alcoholic as such

Though I’m aware that I’m out and about a bit too much

And even saying you’ll stop in a week

Is a tall tale your tongue twists as you speak

Spinning this bleak shit to me is just like conning a thief

So jog on mon ami, so long man, I ain’t wrong, believe

[Verse 3]

Another cloud’s weighing down like a colossal discomfort

To tame the Greyest of the Gooses to then go and succumb to it

Addiction in the very slightest dims even the brightest

Why is it that some can get away while others suffer in silence?

And it’s not like they’ve been exposed less than we

There’s something in our heads that’s much darker than this beat

It reeks with questions of surroundings or simply our chemistry

The net that traps us and the ties that bind hang like a funeral wreath

And if there’s one thing that I’ve come to regret

It’s the fact that I still smoke cigarettes

Not the days that I’ve lost penning songs you won’t get

Nor the nights that I’ve lost aiming just to get wrecked

So set in fashion with the typical of hitting the bottom

Be it literally pissing or metaphorically, now I’ve forgotten

Rotten, I’ve been trod on, still no good girl though I want one

And I’ll stop drinking, I’ll be on the wagon, even for a moment