Songtext zu 'Canter' von Gerry Cinnamon

This is the beginning of the rest of your life
You better start movin' like you're running out of time
The realisation coming over your mind
That it should be a canter
If you could just find the answer
You know it could be a canter
If you were just a wee bit less of a wanker
Mare' than half ae' the time

This is the beginning of the rest of your life
You better start graftin' 'cause you're running out of time
The roof is on fire and it's raining outside
But it should be a canter
If you could just find the answer
You know it could be a canter
If you were just a wee bit less of a wanker
Mare' than half ae' the time

Because the hardest of the game
Isnae' even playing the game
It's caring enough to care about the things that you're daein'
Oh it's a wee crying shame
Here comes the rain

This is the beginning of the rest of your life
You better start graftin' 'cause you're running out of time
The roof is on fire and it's raining outside
But it should be a canter
If you could just find the answer
You know it could be a canter
If you were just a wee bit less of a wanker
Mare' than half ae' the time

They tell you it's no easy
They tell you that it's hard
They say it's impossible to mend a broken heart
The lead role in a tragedy pretending that it's art
And it's hard to see the finish when you don't know where to start
I could write a stanza and put you's in a song
Detail all the times when you were right and I was wrong
Flashbacks to the only place I've felt like I belong
You'll never be a king when you're acting like a pawn

Because the hardest of the game
Isnae' even playing the game
It's caring enough to care about playin' the game
Oh it's a wee crying shame
Here comes the rain