Aubergine

I live in a town where the streets are paved with glass
Where the thriving upper-class just can’t be bothered
I live in a town where the weeklies are just trash
Where pretty faces dominate the present and the past
I live in a town where no money means no friends
Where the party never ends
Can I borrow a fiver?
I live in a town where I made this demo tape
It’s called «The Wagon Wheel falling off our Record Deal»
The hit’s called «Make You Wait»
I’m no victim; broke is different from poor
I’m still learning what my heart is for
Overall it’s overwhelming
Feels like a punch every time I come home
Hits like a fist every time I come home
Running out of excuses for ever explosion
I live in a town that reminds me what I owe her
I’d like to roll along but Volcano won’t turn over
I live in a town where I want to be alone
Where I’ll never build a home, feel stupid for trying
I live in a town where I made this demo tape
It’s called «The Wagon Wheel falling off our Record Deal»
The hit’s called «Make You Wait»
I’m no victim; broke is different from poor
I’m still learning what my heart is for
Overall it’s overwhelming
Feels like a punch every time I come home
So many songs sung in shrill thinning tones
I’m no victim; broke is different from poor
I’m still learning what my heart is for
Overall it’s overwhelming
Feels like a punch every time I come home
Hits like a fist every time I come home
Running out of excuses for ever explosion