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