Something changed at 24 Spent my days moving to and fro From the bed to the bathroom floor Tear away at my rancid skin This must be penance for my evasion Of death's returning claws
Should've died a thousand times The sick kid paradigm Death's working overtime Worry about my brother a lot Don't really talk enough Can't seem to say the right thing
We're alright We're alright There's time to put the world to rights We're alright We're alright
Something waning in my head Can't sleep and I'm seeing things And I can't stand the sight of myself It's a generation thing Said one of the old boys back in the boozer On his tenth pint of the day
So we shy away from it Accept it for what it is We're all born and raised and maimed The dog tails you like the hound Then clarity brings it out You gotta fight it hand to hand
We're alright We're alright It's time to put the world to rights We're alright We're alright
We're alright We're alright It's time to put the world to rights We're alright We're alright It's time to put the world to rights
We're alright We're alright It's time to put the world to rights We're alright We're alright It's time to put the world to rights
