Made In The World by Burdocks Lyrics

That ghost's got
Nothing to give you
You were right to run around
You were right to run around

Where's the sense
In not tellin the truth
If you had to
If you had to give in to

A sob story
As an emotional abuse?
Oh, brother
We've got our work

Cut out for us
You can cut this out for us
If you can't stand
Behind a mistake

Maybe don't make it
Cause those ghosts
Are in love with anyone
They can see's
Given them something
For nothing
But you can't see that
You're doing that

But we all can see
That you're doing it
So what's the use
In those secrets?

Oh brother
We've got our work
Cut out for us
You can cut this out for us

If you can't stand
Behind a mistake
Maybe just don't make it
Get out of the habit of going undercover

The second rain is making the grass act silver
Forget about fooling your friends and
Recover some sense

Of what you're up against
It's such a waste
Of time
Without a prize
To hold us in our lives
It's such a waste
Of time

And the city is too small
For my life
Get out of the habit of going undercover
The second rain is making the grass act silver
Forget about fooling your friends and

Recover some sense
Of what you're up against
You've got plenty of options
You've got plenty of options
Well, well, well, what have we got here?

A mark on your permanent record
Won't disappear
I'm a fan
I'm a family
Your closest, most trusted enemy
What have we got here?
Well well well