Mine Is At

I slept in the subway

Just for a ruse

No stars for company

Just a bottle of booze

See my lifestyle ain't changed much

I just take more risks

That's remarkably easy

When you're remarkably pissed

Good times, bad times

Talking blues and spinning rhymes

And this is where mine is at

This is where mine is at

Through strange times, deranged times

I've only taken what was mine

And this is where mine is at

This is where mine is at

I moved to the country

Bought a rooster and hen

It's just the drink talking

I've been at it again

See I love to bullshit

Though I'm more honest than most

As I write from my cottage

On the Derbyshire coast

Good times, bad times

Talking blues and spinning rhymes

And this is where mine is at

This is where mine is at

Through strange times, deranged times

I've only taken what was mine

And this is where mine is at

This is where mine is at

The lies that I swallowed

Force fed as a child

A promise so hollow

My anger, my bile

Now my head is swimming

The heather's on fire

The bottle's been opened

But the genie's expired

Good times, bad times

Talking blues and spinning rhymes

And this is where mine is at

This is where mine is at

Through strange times, deranged times

I've only taken what was mine

And this is where mine is at

This is where mine is at

This is where mine is coming from

This is where mine is at