Tin Pan Boy (Live In Atlanta)

You found a carousel to ride around

But then you get bored so you tear it down

Like a kid in a playground putting sand in their mouth

Spit it out when you're feeling fickle

And I want to say it shouldn't work that way

People's lives ain't a game just 'cause you can pay

Smoking your big fat cigar

***** hat cravat and four birds on your arm

I'm just a tin pan boy do you want

To take that toy

Hey you Mr Developer

Hey you Mr Developer

You're just a tin town toy a big fat boy

Hey you Mr Inheritor

Crook hook Mr Proprietor

Boy

You kick the small kid off the monkey bars

Take your mess specs

And the size of his arm

Force him to dress in black

Then make him hold your holster

Whilst you shoot him in the back

Bang

You will say I'm only writing songs

Son get off of your a*s and get a proper job

And snigger at my beat-up boots

But I tell you Sir

Chap chap chap

I'm just a tin pan boy do you want

To take that toy

Hey you Mr Developer

Hey you Mr Developer

You're just a tin town toy a big fat boy

Hey you Mr Inheritor

Crook hook Mr Proprietor

Boy

Bo bo boy

Bo bo boy

Bo bo boy

I'm just a tin pan boy

Please don't take my toys

Hey you Mr Developer

Hey you Mr Developer

You're just a tin town toy a big fat boy

Hey you Mr Inheritor

Hey you Mr Proprietor

Boy

Bo bo boy

Bo bo boy

Bo bo boy

Bo bo boy

Bo bo boy

Bo bo boy

Bo bo boy

Bo bo boy