twenty seven years twenty seven years old
the only thing i know
the only thing i get told
i’ve gotta sell out if i wanna get sold
don’t want the devil to be taking my soul, I
write songs [bad word] from the heart
i don’t give a [bad word] if they get in to the chart or not
only way i can be
is to say what i see
and have no shadow hanging over me
i don’t know where [bad word] but i know how [bad word]  [bad word] s the thing i’ve always done
i don’t know what i’m doing but i know what i’ve done
i’m a hungry heart i’m a loaded gun
twenty seven years twenty seven years now
only thing i know
i know that i don’t know how
to please everybody all of the time,
‘cos everybody’s always [bad word] changing their minds
a little bit faded
a little bit jaded
not gonna stop and i won’t be persuaded
to write words i can’t believe in
to see my face on a video screen
i don’t know where [bad word] but i know how [bad word]  [bad word] s the thing i’ve always done
i don’t know what i’m doing but i know what i’ve done
i’m a hungry heart i’m a loaded gun
twenty seven years twenty seven years done
written six hundred songs only twelve get sung
eighty seven thousand cigarettes have passed through these lungs
and every single day i wish i’d never smoked one
a week [bad word] my teeth and a week getting my haircut
eight years sleeping i’m still tired when i wake up
a whole year eating and i still lost weight [bad word] five proper girlfriends and five messy breakups
twenty seven birthdays twenty seven new years
thirty thousand quid just so i could have a few beers
ever dying old hopes
ever growing new fears
don’t know where i’m going but i know how i got here
i don’t know where [bad word] but i know how [bad word]  [bad word] s the thing i’ve always done
i don’t know what i’m doing but i know what i’ve done,
i’m a hungry heart i’m a loaded gun,
i don’t know where [bad word] but i know how [bad word]  [bad word] s the thing i’ve always done
i don’t know what i’m doing but i know what i’ve done
i’m a hungry heart i’m a loaded gun