[Hook: Jacinta Price]
Used to look up to you but you're livin'
In a false frame of mind these days
Used to want your life but you're givin'
It all away, for a false hand
[Verse 1: Requiem]
It all started typewriter, and visor cap
Hawaiian shirt, idol before I was even tryna rap
Likely that I didn't get who I was wanting to be
But now days I just want to be me
A fog of grog and hair of the dog
A lifestyle I was rarely involved
There I was told, whisky the way to start the day
Work hard, and hard you gotta play
Suit and tie heroes smoke cigars
Hang around bars, really it's all a farce
Idolise whose in my bed, and what's in my gla**
How I thought writers go far
Alcoholic author, Moody like Hank
Drank ‘til nothing left in the tank
Rank way to live, glamorised fictional swa*k
Wanting to be Don, Humphrey and Frank
[Hook: Jacinta Price]
Used to look up to you but you're livin'
In a false frame of mind these days
Used to want your life but you're givin'
It all away, for a false hand
For false hands, for false hands
[Verse 2: Requiem]
Sip, puff, buzz, wind up and unwind
That excess, indulged in it sometimes
After crunch time relax from the grind
Everyday replay, fast forward, rewind
See I'm looking up to flawed characters
My country, seems to adore larrikins
Saying this aloud, damn it's embarra**ing
Until now never made the comparison
Remember Esplanade, Koj and Ozi B
6:30, knew that it wasn't for me
Went to sleep, then I was late for work
Didn't feel cool, I felt like a jerk
Travelling lands, lone roads cracking cans
Either you relate or you can't understand
Chilling at the train tracks with McNulty and Bunk
But why look up to some drunks?
[Hook: Jacinta Price]
Used to look up to you but you're livin'
In a false frame of mind these days
Used to want your life but you're givin'
It all away, for a false hand
Used to look up to you but you're livin'
In a false frame of mind these days
Used to want your life but you're givin'
It all away, for a false hand