Waste Of Breath

You pack your leather jacket but it comes off in the rain
The more you cut your hair the more it grows again
The badges you pin on yourself fall off and start to rust
And the more they take the piss the less people you can trust

It's the story of your life
And the end of it's your death
And every word that's in between
Is just a waste of breath

You don't know who you might have been
Or who you now should be
Or what you ought to write on walls
Or why you want to be free

And then you start to panic
'Cos the inspiration's there
But you're not sure how to use it
And anyway no-one seems to care

It's the story of your life
And the end of it's your death
And every word that's in between
Is just a waste of breath

You're the classic footballer
Who never seems to win
You'd like to write a book
But you're not sure how to begin

It's the story of your life
And the end of it's your death
And every word that's in between
Is just a waste of breath