Birmingham

The sun has wound down on Birmingham.

The day cleared up. It's pretty grand.

I did a little job with a friend of mine.

Emptied the pockets of the people in line.

I could do a lot worse on a saturaday night.

I could sit in my flat and think of maybes and mights.

I've been a long time coming just to get to here.

If it comes this easy, you don't shed a tear.

We do what we can, in Birmingham.

We stick to the plan, in Birmingham.

We make a few grand, in Birmingham.

We live off the land, in Birmingham.

Maybe I should clarify:

I'm a bit complicated for such a simple guy.

I don't need much, a few little things,

some illicit riches to live like a king.

I never was one to really believe

all that talk about being where you're supposed to be.

The truth is a joke, well it's just a cliche,

like: "Life's what you make it" or "Live for today".

We're taking a stand, in Birmingham.

We stick it to the man, in Birmingham.

We grow on the land, in Birmingham.

We don't give a damn, in Birmingham.

We do what we can, in Birmingham.

We stick to the plan, in Birmingham.

We make a few grand, in Birmingham.

We live off the land, in Birmingham.