i've grown complacent i cannot think
i am the third swan, the non-white one,
the not quite sun on the water of Leith
ducking i am diving for political belief
i am dragging up scum
i am the waste from the slums i am
you can have your cake
but someone else will scoff
i cannot live to ninety five
i want to die whilst i am alive
i rode shotgun with the roof down
amusement arcade dance
how the Vauxhall bounced
the Kinkell Braes i, i swore took aim, aye,
i am a king of the world
a king of the world shot down
you hit the new year sprinting gold
no late december weight upon your shoulders
now you're shot of me
my balance the envy of a new born foal
my sea legs knocking in the shallows
now you're shot of me
i rode shotgun with the roof down
amusement arcade dance
how the Vauxhall bounced
the Kinkell Braes i, i swore took aim, aye,
i am a king of the world
a king of the world shot down
i rode shotgun with the roof down
amusement arcade dance
i am a king of the world shot down