I've grown complacent I cannot think
I am the third swan, the non-white one
The not quite sun on the water of Leith
Ducking I am diving for political belief
I am dragging up scum
I am the waste from the slums I am
You can have your cake
But someone else will scoff
I cannot live to ninety five
I want to die whilst I am alive
I rode shotgun with the roof down
Amusement arcade dance
How the Vauxhall bounced
The Kinkell Braes I, I swore took aim, aye
I am a king of the world
A king of the world shot down
You hit the new year sprinting gold
No late December weight upon your shoulders
Now you're shot of me
My balance the envy of a new born foal
My sea legs knocking in the shallows
Now you're shot of me
I rode shotgun with the roof down
Amusement arcade dance
How the Vauxhall bounced
The Kinkell Braes I, I swore took aim, aye
I am a king of the world
A king of the world shot down
I rode shotgun with the roof down
Amusement arcade dance
I am a king of the world shot down
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