Lyrics Denim (feat. Brodie Barclay) - Brodie Barclay , Addict.

6 shades of denim later I reach the line
Keep bending over backwards and you ain't even trying
Making me feel, some type of way (some type of way)
Say what you want to and I will be kind
Some people do the things they do just to see you cry
Mustn't let them get to you
Don't ever let it lie (don't ever let it lie)
Hold up a minute put down your glass
Never thought I'd ever see the fool behind the mask
Thought I told you everything you hardly ever asked (you hardly ever asked)
6 geese are laying
5 gold rings
Crawling up the walls
Toppling the kings (toppling the kings)
Yeah, we're toppling the kings
Burning all their things
Wiping down the surfaces
And bringing them to sing In front of choirs and orchestras
People we will bring
The revolution's televised
Open for the win I'm hoping for denim
Denim, denim, denim, denim
Denim, denim, denim
Denim, denim, denim, denim
Denim, denim, denim, denim
Denim, denim, denim
Denim, denim, denim, denim
Chip on your shoulder
Keep falling over
That's not like you what've you done
Where is the sun when I need it (where is the sun when I need it)
Started with nothing
Finished with anything at all
Victim of hugging
Kissing and loving
Everything I see is earth's call (earth's call)
Blinded by honour
Smothered by water
You keep facing me (facing me)
I gotta loaded gun and a bullet with your name on
I gotta loaded gun and a bullet with your name on
6 shades of denim later I reach the line
Keep bending over backwards and you ain't even trying
Making me feel, some type of way (some type of way)
Say what you want to and I will be kind
Some people do the things they do just to see you cry
Mustn't let them get to you
Don't ever let it lie (don't ever let it lie)
Hold up a minute put down your glass
Never thought I'd ever see the fool behind the mask
Thought I told you everything you hardly ever asked (hardly ever asked)
6 geese are laying
5 gold rings
Crawling up the walls
Toppling the kings
Yeah, we're toppling the kings
Burning all their things
Wiping down the surfaces
And bringing them to sing
In front of choirs and orchestras
People we will bring
The revolution's televised
Open for the win
I'm hoping for denim