King Creosote & Jon Hopkins - Third Swan lyrics

I've grown complacent I cannot think I am the third swan, the non-white one The not quite sun on the water of Leith Ducking I am diving for political belief I am dragging up scum I am the waste from the slums I am You can have your cake But someone else will scoff I cannot live to ninety five I want to die whilst I am alive I rode shotgun with the roof down Amusement arcade dance How the Vauxhall bounced The Kinkell Braes I, I swore took aim, aye I am a king of the world A king of the world shot down You hit the new year sprinting gold No late December weight upon your shoulders Now you're shot of me My balance the envy of a new born foal My sea legs knocking in the shallows Now you're shot of me I rode shotgun with the roof down Amusement arcade dance How the Vauxhall bounced The Kinkell Braes I, I swore took aim, aye I am a king of the world A king of the world shot down I rode shotgun with the roof down Amusement arcade dance I am a king of the world shot down