Another summer day and I can’t be bothered
It’s just another day of English Americana, an apocalyptic haze it waits on the harbour
I think of older days stories of mother and father
It’s a never-ending wave, a sick kind of marker
Where people are the same and to be myself is harder
And I feel it in the fame, I put on my armour
I’ll play your little game if I get a little, if I get a little smarter

Now life is grey and it stays all the same we live in colour
(colour, colour, colour)
Outrun the gunner as we outrun each other I live in colour
Free to live in colour

Another sunny day and all it gets is harder
I try to break away, but the system thinks it’s smarter
And I know it’s not a phase, I’ll make myself a martyr
And in the new appraise I’ll change all the things it started
So I sink below the waves, it’s all I ever wanted
I know we make mistakes, but to live like that is haunted
So the people stay the same, the people stay unwanted
I feel it in the fame play your game and make me, play your game and make me stronger

Now life is grey and it stays all the same we live in colour
(colour, colour, colour, oh)
Outrun the gunner as we outrun each other I live in colour
Free to live in colour

(Free to live in colour)
(Free to live in colour)
Free to live in colour

Now life is grey and it stays all the same we live in colour
(colour, colour, colour, oh)
Outrun the gunner as we outrun each other I live in colour
Free to live in colour

Another summer day and I can’t be bothered
It’s just another day of English Americana
(Free to live in colour)
An apocalyptic haze it waits on the harbour
I think of older days stories of mother and father,
(Free to live in colour)
Father, na na

Another summer day and I can’t be bothered
It’s just another day of English Americana