Written by Eleanor Alex Rigby

Arranged by Eleanor Alex Rigby

Guitar solo by Sgt. Moon

Mixed& Mastered by Brandon Williams

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Tell my mum that I'm dead

That I'm never coming back

No I really didn't mean it so leave it

Got a ginger and chips

And I sat down on a bench

Waiting for a blue box to fly in

Everybody's talking but I couldn't understand

And the chips were rather bland

Well I think I won't get grease off my hand

Now I'm off the booze

But I've got the blues

How could I refuse?

I'm winning to lose

I'm paying my dues

And you're leaving the town

While I'm looking through my phone

Got no guts to do it anyways

So I'm on my way home

Sun is shining but I'm pale

All I need is love just like John said

Everybody's talking but I couldn't understand

And the chips were rather bland

Well I think I won't get grease off my hand

Oh no

Now I'm off the booze

But I've got the blues

How could I refuse?

I'm winning to lose

I'm paying my dues

And again I'm off the booze

But still got the blues

I'm always no use

Why should I refuse?

Walking in my shoes

Sorrow makes us human someone said

Yesterday I was only weeping in my bed

Maybe I'm slowly being more human

Like they said

How come it never happens when we want?

Oh I think it is why we had to care too much

Than any living thing on earth I dare to say

(And down the Byres road

We were walking in the rain

And the capitalists didn't lend you hands

In these days I am out of place)