21S
Shoot it through the moon my babe
Gutter's yours to own
Frightened by the past I bet
I was just the same
Summer's on the blink babe
Robbed before it's stage
Just like you at 21
Scarred by the terrain

And when I go away
Go off like a rocket
I suppose for me it's different
I admit it
I'll regret it when I'm old

Different beasts
With different beats
But movements all the same
Blinded by a bin bag of faith
That isn't waste
Different rules for different fools
If it's good enough for them
Then it's good to go
Children of a lesser gob
Struggled for a place
I was there at 21's
You were in my days
And oh I know it's there
Eating at my conscience
You were good enough to be there
But you weren't enough
So I guess you had to go away
I let you back at 21's
Now you're just a memory
I tap into when my bin bag faith
Is blown away
Spin me like a 45