Polar Bear - The Scene lyrics

When I was young I used to want to be a polar bear ninja Master of the shuriken, nunchucks and sabre Now I'm older, I'm more comfortable with danger Sometimes I still wish I was a polar bear ninja They will not carry me in pine, they will scatter me On the front doorstep of the first kid back at school who ever battered me I take a pinch of salt with flattery Cause who's line is it anyway? Tony Slattery Something had to be done, so I did it Now I wish there was sixty-one seconds in every minute To do what is never finished In this mind all ideas rise to the top of the bubbles inside the Guinness I will not know my limits Cause it might be the difference between simply existing and really living There is no prison like opinion given if two ears won't listen You don't need eyes for vision, see, I can write five tunes decent Release them every night to a crowd of unknown people And if one of those people is seen to carry weight And speaks in a magazine, if more people are going to believe them Please, who are you dealing with? I am not that creature I'd rather cut my own left ear off than suffer these eijits So much made with no reason I want to leave a shape in the snow like a paw before I'm leaving The wheel of fortune's spun The needle's stuck between humdrum and one more tune done soon I pa** people in the street I wonder how many feel completely controlled by a beat We think we win once so we're told to repeat But no matter who you know, we're all alone in defeat And I take stock, like an Oxo thief When I was young, I used to want to be a polar bear ninja Master of the shuriken, nunchucks and sabre Now I'm older, I'm more comfortable with danger Sometimes I still wish I was a polar bear ninja My eyes opened, thinking, not too tough I guess I still don't know when I've had enough Some things don't change My old skull feels too small for my own brain No pain, no gain, doesn't really apply to this one ? , get a tea Have I got milk? I'd better see It's the habitual routine of a boy/man living his days I blew one fifty last night Now I'm digging for change The Prince, the Pauper cliché, stuck in a loop Either I,ve got dough and I blow it Or I don't, and I f**ing know it That's the price you pay for living in the moment, you learn hard When old friends are taking turns to buy their own yards It kind of leaves you looking at your own cards But I coughed this morning and some words came out of my mouth Reminded me of what it is makes my world turn around And so anyone who writes or plays For nights and days And fights to pay a rent Might relate to the position of a visionary wishing to be given a wage To exist as well as scribble on pages The stage is set to make something out of nothing Like The A Team That's the reason why I never really sleep I daydream You see, I used to run with John Back when Big Bird was yellow He was Raphael, I was Donatello Then when we moved to the big school I walked with Steven Strong And every male friend of the family seemed to be an uncle We chased the same girls, tamed the same curls And our first shave in the very same sink, back at my Mum's John would stay at mine, I'd stay at John's We made beats on the Playstation for our MC alter egos to speak on You're checking, this is the Polarbear, and I'm live! I don't want four fish fingers with my beans and chips; I want five! Know that, Nan! The clarity of mentality shared All we cared about was dreams and what we could do We knew ? Last time I saw John that "could" had become "should" And he had a three haircut, ripped jeans and overly clean shoes We went out, kicked a couple of rums Just an educated couple of bums, sat at a bar Me with no money, him with a fast car He in a nine to five, and me living to write And as I walked home that night I thought hard About how I had a new name for my long list of safe, but different, mates See, people move in enough different ways and different rays And all I could think was, broken up, I wouldn't go complaining Cause see, the gra** is always greener But I'm happy with my own gra** What I'm after is a little bit of that green to buy my own gas Started in my own cla** Polarbear's "How to be Not sh** in Three Steps" Now don't laugh Step one: Become extremely good at something Step two: Keep on getting better And Step three, if you're wondering, is a warning: If you're ever completely happy with what you've done You're going to sleep thinking you're good And wake up sh** in the morning I promise Lesson over Mr Polar Go to the front of the cla** and show these so-called pros how they're supposed to do it You know something's good when it seems like you already knew it Now stop talking about that idea and do it Get sh** done, mate Imagine writing something that reaches people On a level, and equal Leaves them needing a sequel Getting straight to the point like the brand new needle Like the guy who stepped over the street to get straight to the bar that's full of the right people So there's a reason that I call it "The Scene" It's cause it's not real It's just a rôle play with the same characters, just change their hairstyle We're used to getting vexed as I'm making this bear smile And whatever blows your hair back Just give me my free drink If I was here for the money I'd be rich by now If I listened to all the talk I'd be a b**h by now And by "b**h" I don't mean a derogatory term for girls I refer to the worms Only concerned with what they hope is cool Cause people, let's face it If lyrical ability and brilliant delivery made you famous Then every one of us here would be wearing Limited Edition David Jay trainers Why say in ten lines what you can say in just two And why say in two lines what you can shut the f** up and do