Lyrics The Leveller - Sam Fender

Stung by the stillness of it all
Waitin' in vain for the almighty crash
As little England rips itself to pieces

Buried my grandma along with her world
In this twisted mutation is where I reside
Wallowing in the light of the monitor

Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

We are the scum who overstayed their welcome
Scribed on the walls in the back lane by my flat
Teenage premonitions of Armageddon

Don't you let it get you
Don't fall in the mire
Hold your head up higher
Don't you let it in sigh
Mark my words
This is the leveller

Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Scurry around my town, silеnt for miles
With a cancer in my blood and a ringing in my ear
And thе fear is the closest thing to fun that I have
Whoa...

Don't you let it get you
Don't fall in the mire
Hold your head up, hold your head up
Don't you let it, don't you let it
Don't fall in, don't fall in
Don't fall in, don't fall in

Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh