After I have written all the songs inside my head
Will I be an average son
A mediocre husband and, a pretty shitty friend
Not much use to anyone.
After I have written all the songs inside my head
Will I like what Ive become
Or wake without the reason for to rise up from my bed
Burn like a vampire from the sun.
Some men have their greatness thus upon them
Some are snakes and conmen
But what I am is worse
Hitch myself a ride on each bandwagon
Just to hide me draggin'
My belly though the dirt
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
After I have written all the songs inside my head
Will I still mean as much to you
For what's a down town boy without, the ink inside his pen
Besides a classless fool
Some men have their greatness thus upon them
Some are snakes and conmen
But what I am is worse
Hitch myself a ride on each bandwagon
Just to hide me draggin'
My belly though the dirt
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
Who cares for the voice of a man in his 50's,
Still dragging his wife along for the ride,
Each Stage getting smaller along with the riches
Still no sign of the kids, by their sides.
Clean Cut Kid - Inside My Head Lyrics
Clean Cut Kid - Inside My Head Lyrics
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After I have written all the songs inside my head
Will I be an average son
A mediocre husband and, a pretty shitty friend
Not much use to anyone.
After I have written all the songs inside my head
Will I like what Ive become
Or wake without the reason for to rise up from my bed
Burn like a vampire from the sun.
Some men have their greatness thus upon them
Some are snakes and conmen
But what I am is worse
Hitch myself a ride on each bandwagon
Just to hide me draggin'
My belly though the dirt
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
After I have written all the songs inside my head
Will I still mean as much to you
For what's a down town boy without, the ink inside his pen
Besides a classless fool
Some men have their greatness thus upon them
Some are snakes and conmen
But what I am is worse
Hitch myself a ride on each bandwagon
Just to hide me draggin'
My belly though the dirt
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
Who cares for the voice of a man in his 50's,
Still dragging his wife along for the ride,
Each Stage getting smaller along with the riches
Still no sign of the kids, by their sides.
Will I be an average son
A mediocre husband and, a pretty shitty friend
Not much use to anyone.
After I have written all the songs inside my head
Will I like what Ive become
Or wake without the reason for to rise up from my bed
Burn like a vampire from the sun.
Some men have their greatness thus upon them
Some are snakes and conmen
But what I am is worse
Hitch myself a ride on each bandwagon
Just to hide me draggin'
My belly though the dirt
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
After I have written all the songs inside my head
Will I still mean as much to you
For what's a down town boy without, the ink inside his pen
Besides a classless fool
Some men have their greatness thus upon them
Some are snakes and conmen
But what I am is worse
Hitch myself a ride on each bandwagon
Just to hide me draggin'
My belly though the dirt
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
After I have written all the songs inside my head ill do some real work.
Who cares for the voice of a man in his 50's,
Still dragging his wife along for the ride,
Each Stage getting smaller along with the riches
Still no sign of the kids, by their sides.
Writer: MICHAEL HALLS
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.