Campfire

Hey yo I feel haunted inside, all of the time, it's boredom, I'm bored of this life

I'm sure that it's fine, it's normal but I don't want to turn your water to wine

And I don't wanna form an orderly line, is that normal to me?

What's abnormal is a corporate life, put yourself in a coma from the morning to five

Small fries, small coke, small talk to the wife then put your brain in the box for the night

We don't sleep cause we're stressed from the little things

So we swallow down a fistful of fickle friends

Scared to leave the small bubble that we're living in

So we funnel the whole world into our living room

Innocent folk imprisoned by their picket fence

Your gingerbread home was built to keep the system fed

Good citizens follow their leader to the bitter end

And watch the vicars head the same direction that the sinners went

Con, swindle, cheat, rob, trick, deceive

Swallow the guilt, watch rinse repeat

Look, I'd like to break the cycle just once and leave more than a lump sum for my loved ones

There's a hole in my bucket, my bucket has got a hole

There's a hole in my bucket, my bucket has got a hole

There's a hole in my bucket, my bucket has got a hole

Greedy little ape king tried to fill it with gold. (x2)

That's one strange animal

Look, let's go back to back before money was magnet force that we all attract towards

Strange animal crawling from a shallow pool

Watch the man evolve until the knuckles barely drag the floor

Strange animal, belly full of hunger and a mouth full daggers drawn

Watch the wooly mammoth fall

Greedy animal, fill the sky with bullets for the planet's gold

Watch the whole world become flammable

Neanderthal with a born trait to have it all

Battles fought over small change and barren soil

Cannonballs and sword blades

That had the lord's name written on them as if it wasn't for more gain

Cro-Magnon holding a chrome magnum

Robbing the folk's gold with opposable thumb magic

Yeah it's like if we don't then we must have it

Sometimes it feels like the globe has been spun backwards

In the wilds of the supermarket aisles, where we hunt bargains like wilder beast

Modern day cave men with his strange quest

Days spent wandering the jungle for a pay cheque

Well amen, more clutter for the cave then

Fill the change tin, poor greedy little ape king

Man it's boring at the top of the food chain

We're trying to fill a bucket that leaks

I can't wait til tomorrow when I feel good

I can't wait til tomorrow when I feel good

I can't wait til tomorrow when I feel good

Wash rinse repeat. (x2)