作词 : Sam Fender

作曲 : Sam Fender

Something changed at 24

Spent my days moving to and fro

From the bed to the bathroom floor

Tear away at my rancid skin

This must be penance for my evasion

Of death's returning claws

Should've died a thousand times

The sick kid paradigm

Death's working overtime

Worry about my brother a lot

Don't really talk enough

Can't seem to say the right thing

We're alright

We're alright

There's time to put the world to rights

We're alright

We're alright

Something waning in my head

Can't sleep and I'm seeing things

And I can't stand the sight of myself

It's a generation thing

Said one of the old boys back in the boozer

On his tenth pint of the day

So we shy away from it

Accept it for what it is

We're all born and raised and maimed

The dog tails you like the hound

Then clarity brings it out

You gotta fight it hand to hand

We're alright

We're alright

It's time to put the world to rights

We're alright

We're alright

We're alright

We're alright

It's time to put the world to rights

We're alright

We're alright

It's time to put the world to rights

We're alright

We're alright

It's time to put the world to rights

We're alright

We're alright

It's time to put the world to rights

We're alright

We're alright

We're alright

We're alright

We're alright

We're alright

We're alrigh