Borrowed Rhyme Songtext
von David Sinclair Four

I tried all day to write this note
But the words got stuck tight in my throat
I′m looking for a lick with plenty of snap
Not too tight, not too slack
Just like Jack

You're looking at a man coming into his prime
Living out a life on borrowed rhyme

So here′s a thing that I've been told
The streets of London are paved with gold
I got my ticket, I paid my tax
I'm sitting on a train going over the tracks
I put some money in the meter, paid my fee
You can′t park here, don′t piss on a tree
Well, nothing's free

You′re looking at a man coming into his prime
I'm living out a life on borrowed rhyme


Now here′s a thing, it's a fact
The chord of E has only got one flat
A chicken won′t fly if it's got no bones
It's a cherry pie, you better spit out the stones
Like Brian Jones

You′re looking at a man coming into his prime
Living out a life on borrowed, borrowed rhyme

Now I′m not sure but I heard this
You can fall in love with just one kiss
Online sex and all that spiel
I tried my best to keep it real
Black is white and wrong is right
There's a crowd outside looking for a fight
C-19 and we all fall down
Like Krusty the Clown

You′re looking at a man coming into his prime
Living out a life on borrowed rhyme

'Cause you′re looking at a man coming into his prime
Living out a life on borrowed rhyme
And you're looking at a man coming into his prime
I′m living out a life on borrowed, borrowed rhyme