Letra de
When I Was A Boy I Thought I Was A Fish

Walking back to my house the morning after the sugar cube and the
Heavens opened up and drowned the heat.
With the trace elements tickling my spine,
I took my shoes off and danced in puddles
on the sudden downpour ghost town street.
Hello, my name is Wil and I slept through the millennium
But what I wouldn't give to be young, dreaming and ten again.
It's New Years 2009, with what's in my system I won't be sleeping for a long time.
And when I was a boy, I thought I was a fish and
I still love the ocean like when I was a kid,
But lately I have come to the conclusion, that I'm disappointingly probably human.
And I've come a long way from those amphibious days and
I'd like to thank the things I've seen, the friends that I've made,
All the people that have hurt me, the times that I've been saved and to
music, which has made me its most obliging slave.
There's blood on this guitar, there's sweat between these keys,
when I step forward to the mic it's with my tail between my knees,
But we aren't here to fight, we are here to dance.
No, we aren't here to fight, we are here to dance.
And then the summer crept up like only a Melbourne summer can.
We ducked back in our alleys and pretended to hate our tans.
And told each other one day, we'd all look back and smile,
While knowing that we've been drinking ourselves to sleep for a long time.
And now we're back at work and we're working on those numbers.
They're getting us in our sleep, we're having nightmares in our slumber,
About the dealers and the overheads we're going to have to pay.
Just pass out, pass out, pass out, pass out.
It's a job for another day.
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And then the summer crept up like only a Melbourne summer can.
We ducked back in our alleys and pretended to hate our tans.
And told each other one day, we'd all look back and smile,
While knowing that we've been drinking ourselves to sleep for a long time.
And now we're back at work and we're working on those numbers.
They're getting us in our sleep, we're having nightmares in our slumber,
About the dealers and the overheads we're going to have to pay.
Just pass out, pass out, pass out, pass out.
It's a job for another day.
Hope it makes some kind of sense, I think its pretty close at least and is a decent