Standing On The Shoulders Of Giants - Queens Club

Pass on the bag of stuff

Come back to life

Your only sister

Something passed before your mind, you’re mocking you

Here I stand all shaky hands

Now I’ve strangled all I stood for

Now I’ve beat and beat on all my drums

But making face aint so much fun

Cuz no ones telling me who I’m supposed to be Pass on the bag of stuff

Come back to life

Your only brother

Something passed before you made you mark

Here I lay can’t concentrate

yeah, I slept in all my clothes

I wanna be the man I used to be Don’t wanna think of what’s gotten into me I wanna write/right all the answers to all of the problems

Cuz heaven knows I’ll try to solve them

Now I could be my way I think I have not had a thing to drink

Now my gut is strong, my gut is strong, my cover has been blown out the window

Running from this little place you call home

This little place we’re living all our lives

Now we’re standing on the shoulders of giants

Here I sit, my mouth is full of spit

How can I elect myself as one above another?

The only way you’ll find me there is if I’m standing on their shoulders

Running from this little old place you call home

This little place we’re living all our lives

Now we’re standing on the shoulders of giants