We are 40 now This is demon time and the city crumbles - Under weight of stacks of money stumbles. In the streets you hear a little less chat ‘Cos nobody can be bothered with the grumbles anymore. We run around like pinballs And there’s nothing found in these packed halls. When the curfew comes the place is silent, Like we just got handed threats of violence From the boys in blue. Oh I’m just like you, I just lose my voice and then I find it. And our leaflets soak with the winter leaves So tired and limp as we lay down. Sending DVD’s to refugees The ridiculous things we try to play down. We are 40 now and we got the kids. What do we do now? What a joke it is. You can hide yourself behind your money belt, Take it in the chest with the forsaken rest. Sunken London look - We are losing it, drinking way too much, thinking way too small And my tinder’s full of bearded lunatics, Mincing round in threes in H&M kits. We are 40 now. We are 40 now. We are 40 now, elements all in place, See my sinking shoulders and my swollen face, This banana skin in the recycling bin Is today’s righteous act of rebellion. Song written/perfomed by Russell Joslin Filmed / Produced by Smoke No Pony in 2015 - www.smokenopony.biz/ Web: www.russelljoslinmusic.co.uk Mailing list: eepurl.com/bq-xV1 Bandcamp: russelljoslin.bandcamp.com/ Facebook: www.facebook.com/russelljoslin... Twitter: www.twitter.com/russellEjoslin