[Black country guitar and harmonica in intro] Every day is a beautiful hazy morning I got twelve lives and I spend them all boring - Twenty years in sleeping - And I was born in a moment of madness The black sheep in a family of golden sadness [Bridge] Black coloumn with a black sheep Twenty years in black sleep One-two-three... and twenty years again Oh my God please show me them (Like a family) [Chorus] I'm not afraid of being alive So pour a black coffee with the (memories of) B sides of my life I don't regret it, keeps me in line It's my future or my past and I haven't got the time [Black country dubstep instrumental guitar hook] Every morning's like a little Christmas I think about it as the memories fade But I've been up since the 13th of December And now I'm caught in a frame that's a golden made [Big black male chorus singing echoing] - Strong frame, strong decades - black gold hole in my family's pole - I've seen my lives, seen my depths, seen all of my death - my black quite lives was the B sides in my lives! Aaah, aaah, black sides in my lives! [Chorus with ballad country guitar and harmonica in background] I'm not afraid of being alive So pour a black coffee with the (memories of) B sides of my life I don't regret it, keeps me in line It's my future or my past and I haven't got the time I've seen my lives, seen my depths, seen all of my death - my black quite lives was the B sides in my lives! Aaah, aaah, black sides in my lives! [Scratchy guitar riffs and harmonica instrumental outro]
