Our Song Is Sung
The Slow Readers Club
4:20It's time to modernise. Now listen son you've got to up your game, there's a world of prying eyes. Debt multiplies. Those winds of fortune never blew my way, now I'm old before my time. Oh lord I'm nervous, the pressure here it starts to freak me out. It's time to modernise. I'm with you through the pleasure and the pain, pray the lord he will provide. The clock ticks by. I really start to hope that Jesus saves, now I'm focussed on the prize. Oh lord I'm nervous, the pressure here it starts to freak me out. I long, to breathe. It's all before us, now listen son you've got to make me proud. Go forth, and be, take flight. Get a job, find a girl, hurry up, don't be late. Pressures on to belong, taken all I can take. Get a job, find a girl, hurry up don't be late. Pressures on to be strong must be first out the gate. I really start to hope that Jesus saves. There's a world, there's a world of prying eyes. There's a world, there's a world of prying eyes. Oh lord I'm nervous, this discourse here it starts to freak me out. I long, to breathe. It's all before us, so listen son you've got to make me proud. Go forth, and be, take flight