LYRIC



We’re just some fleas on the back of some slightly bigger fleas
On a dog on a boat full of holes that barely floats
On a sea full of souls full of secrets we can’t know
Facing facts isn’t nice

But it’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up

We get to drive, get to smoke, get to fuck and vote then booze
Get to bruise like a peach when we lose it all
But you only lose what was gained, and we gained so much
So thanks (thanks!) for the drinks (cheers!) here’s the check

It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up

It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up
It’s the price of growing up

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