James Ten Below
So I'm on my own Far from my broken home And it costs Feels like ten below Pack me off to school Innocence and trust are all lost Where did my childhood go?
Calling from the pavement trying not to cry Feeling I'm dying Telling you I'm fine You tell me it's the making of me That's a f..cking lie When's the holidays? Holidays. Holidays.
I'm at the bottom of my bed Headphones on my head John Peel show Feels like ten below
The sky's a dull gun metal Where did the sun go And it rains, and rains Feels like ten below
Turning on the weaker ones when we were bored I used to have feelings but all I feel's a hole is there the heart is And the organ praise the lord When's the holidays? Holidays. Holidays
He's at war He's at war With himself And the world He's at war He will strike first to anticipate He's at war Doesn't know how to relate Feels like a cold war spy If I could take the easy way out
