The Prosaics - This Song Might Save Your Life

I was not ready for the race
I was so discontent to represent inadequacy
And all that I had hoped I'd be
Failed on repeat, fell to my knees to plead to no-one
If you see a dead red brick layer
Floating down the Medway river
It'll be me
It'll be me
If you see a dead red brick layer
Floating down the Medway river
It'll be me
It'll be me
I was not ready for the gates
To admit my bricolage of flaws unto the saints
What else was I supposed to be
A pale and pasty drunken mess always appealed to me
If you see a dead head town mayor
Floating down the Medway river
It'll be me
It'll be me
If you see a dead head town mayor
Floating down the Medway river
It'll be me
It'll be me
It'll be me yeah
It'll be me yeah
It'll be me yeah
It'll be me yeah
I was not ready to loose faith
To the swinish multitude of attitudes found in this place
Not at all what I had hoped it be
A husk of hairspray and crocodile tears
For years to play to no-one
Oh to be seen by someone
Oh to be seen by anyone
If you see a dead keyboard player
Floating down the Medway river
It'll be me
It'll be me
If you see a dead keyboard player
Floating down the Medway river
It'll be me
It'll be me
It'll be me yeah
It'll be me yeah
It'll be me yeah
It'll be me yeah

Written by:
Alexander Williams

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