Great Cynics Back To Hackney
6AM's early but I've been sleeping my days short
So I got the northbound train to Junction
I rode my skateboard and collected rocks on the way
I woke you up for the first time ever
Made you coffee, you couldn't believe your eyes
Get out of bed, you know I'm not here to f..ck around
I rode the bowls while you sat on the verge and read
If I ever see you ride your bike away from me
I'll chase you all the way back to Hackney
I'm learning to appreciate the small things, not always action impulse
But to think while you're rolling your next cigarette
I'm taking in the pleasure from the freshly cut grass
Because you know I just act like I know what I'm doing here
Like I know what I'm doing here
If I ever see you ride your bike away from me
I'll chase you all the way back to Hackney