Held down by the neck, starving of oxygen
The teacher said that I'd never be anything
I said I'd be back with a record to prove
That he was wrong, I was right
How did we end?... Shite
By the time I'd recorded an album
I could not have give less of a bollocks about him
Guess I moved on, took it as a lesson
Not to listen to the experts and fuck all authority
Let the blue moon over Brinkburn
Shine down on the sun and the rain
The truth and the grapevine, the good and the bad times
All things will change
Me and you, Hossa Field, twenty to four
I spent a long day shitting it, couldn't back out
We're on the ground as a crowd all gathered around
I felt better when it all kicked off
I recall beating his head on the concrete
As I look back, I feel sick thinking about it
But the guilt had a purpose
The lesson I learnt was how to stand up and not take any shit
Let the blue moon over Brinkburn
Shine down on the sun and the rain
The truth and the grapevine, the good and the bad times
All things will change
Now it's all shut down, weeds out of the ground
And all of the windows I stared out are boarded up now
Just a few years seemed like a fucking eternity
And now I barely remember it
I've spent more time in shitty relationships
Cutthroat mates and music-biz politics
Contracts, giving my music to cunts
It seems shit at the time but that's education
Let the blue moon over Brinkburn
Shine down on the sun and the rain
The truth and the grapevine, the good and the bad times
All things will change
The truth and the grapevine, the good and the bad times
All things will change
