Tom Williams & The Boat Little Bit In Me
My best friend was a shoemaker, trading on the move
Making multi-coloured moccasins out of trays of old fast food
And my sister was referee, reffing Sunday morning leagues
South of Sheffield at a park showing yellow cards to rapists and thieves
And my grandad was a soldier in a guerilla martial law
Took great pride in cleaning his guns while sitting on his bedroom floor
And my father ?to? a lunatic jail for arson, and not the first
Killed himself with a home chemistry kit, garden shed deep beneath the earth
And everyone is a little bit in me
All of them, a little bit in me
And everyone is a little bit in me
All of them, a little bit in me
My mother ?drew? an arsonist to a park in a school
Distraught after the death of my father, nothing left and nothing to lose
And my grandma similarly grew tired of her man
Shot him dead and buried the ?tight-jaw? and a shotgun in her hand
And my sister got attacked by an ex-con after a match
So while he slept, marinated him in lighter-fluid and watched his head catch
And my best friend made millions with cocaine on the coast of South America
Eight kids, five wives, can't decide who I hate most
And everyone is a little bit in me
All of them, a little bit in me
And everyone is a little bit in me
All of them, a little bit in me
We all saw it coming that our genetic pool was clouded
With gold powder and blood soaked on the grass and the earth and the house ?dear?
Hardly surprising that 24 years later I'm here with my gun arm
And you're sat down in your living room near all the balls that I've saved up
And everyone of you is a little bit in me
All of them, a little bit in me
And everyone of you is a little bit in me
All of them, a little bit in me
