The Shit is Coming Down
(K.Waters)
Few of us are feted by the vengeance of the years Get to have it all go pear-shaped, have it all end up in tears But I am lucky, and I have known it I suppose I'd end up the king deluded in his non-existent clothes oh no...
It's all over town the shit is coming down, Ma And it is coming down on me I have got to go to ground cause the shit is coming down And it is coming down on me
Most of us will never know the glory of disgrace Feel the hot wind of our hubris as it blows up in our face But I am privileged, and I'll take shelter in my shame Embrace the general population raking muck upon my name oh no... no, no, no, no
I was born to be their saviour for my favour they would long And how their eyes would smile as they remembered me in song And I devised the master plan But then I ballsed the whole thing up and now the shit is hitting fan
