Young, Gifted & Skint

Young, gifted and skint - that's where it in't



Look how easily it happened, look how easily I fell



Now I'm up to here in debt, there's a noose around my neck



There's a price upon my head



My past was all in borrowed time, stupid, stupid borrowed time



Now that the deed is done I'm waiting for the axe to fall



Fantasies grow in my brain - run away and start again



Disappear and change my name



Money makes the world go round, fear makes it turn much faster



Can't pay the rent-man a single thing,

don't let the man from the Gas Board in



Maybe this is all a dream, maybe I'll wake up again



Maybe this could all be clean again . . .