Lyrics: Neal Keating/Rafino Miguel Murphy/Fiachra Kinder/Adam Garrett
Music: Neal Keating/Rafino Miguel Murphy/Fiachra Kinder/Adam Garrett
Maybe we’re just looking for something under the weather
Because a part of me gets hungry
All my demons are on the welfare
And all my friends are lonely
we’re still dying with no healthcare
I was in the kitchen when you told me
I was in Vancouver when you found me
I write songs like old obituaries
but that might be the old me
And maybe this is a symbol of the way things are,
I’m scraping pennies just to pay the road tax on my car
The housing markets are gone through the roof
And my one-bedroom apartment on the edge of town is proof
That the way things are going is ****ed up
The rich are getting richer and it doesn’t look good
You’d want to take a look at the suicide rates in my hood
the answers you can’t find in a bottle bookies or bible
But I was on the late night dial up
Asking Jeeves for answers to the keys to survival,
I might just have to call you when I find them,
They’re buried in the couch or in my mind love,
I was on a seek and you shall find buzz
But I was in the kitchen when you told me
I was in Vancouver when you phoned me
I write songs like old obituaries
but that might be the old me
Yeah, I think that that’s the old me.