Verse
I know we're all broken hymns
Line by line father time dies alone
And here's the fucking thing
There's no point in writing gospel truths
To a room full of pricks on their phone
Pre-Chorus
When you're gone for days
Home is everything to me
Stop moving the goalposts, Charlene
Stop telling me the right girl's wrong for me
Stop over-analyzing everyone or everything
Bridge
Verse
Be good, be fair, and just
Were the words that I learned as boy
But here's the simple fact
There's still no fucking banker pricks
With their hands on their flute in the joy
Pre-Chorus
When you're gone for days
Home is everything to me
Stop moving the goalposts, Charlene
Stop telling me the right girl's wrong for me
Stop over-analyzing everyone or everything
Bridge
It's true, you are my one and only
But you don't give a feeling away
It's true, for sure, you are my one and only
But you don't give a shit anyway
Stop moving the goalposts, Charlene
Stop telling me the right girl's wrong for me
Stop over-analyzing everyone or everything