I'm sick of working for a living
I'm just ticking off the days till I die
Oh, I miss you Louise, yeah
And the sickest little pleasures keep me going in between pulling teeth
Oh, periscope up
I've been looking for a ladder
I need to see the Commander In Chief, ooh
And remind him what was passed on to me, oh
Your mum don't sleep, oh
And the friends you keep
I didn't raise a thief
I didn't raise a thief
But the leaders of the free world
Are just little boys throwing stones
And it's easy to ignore
Till they're knocking on the door of your homes, yeah
My thinking isn't driven, oh
But the music always gives me a lift
I'm so easy to please, yeah
But I think we dropped the baton like the 60's didn't happen, oh no
Oh, periscope up
Should be looking for a ladder
I need to see the Commander In Chief, ooh
And remind him what was passed on to you and me, oh
Your mum don't sleep, oh
And the friends you keep
I didn't raise a thief
I didn't raise a thief
But the leaders of the free world
Are just little boys throwing stones
And it's easy to ignore
Till they're knocking on the door of your homes
But the leaders of the free world
Are just little boys throwing stones
And it's easy to ignore
Till they're knocking on the door of your homes
Passing the gun from father to feckless son
We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young
Passing the gun from father to feckless son
We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young
(Passing the gun from father to feckless son)
Oh, periscope up
I've been looking for a ladder
(We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young)
I need to see the Commander In Chief, ooh
And remind him what was passed on to me, oh
(Passing the gun from father to feckless son)
Oh, periscope up
I've been looking for a ladder
(We're climbing a landslide where only the good die young)
