For The Motion Lyrics - Good News - Withered Hand

Maybe the world would be better without me 

I got a bad habit of fucking up 

when every sunrise I see takes the piss out of me 

and there's cold tea in our loving cup 

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best 

I mean it's heavy, but it's not heavy rock 

and now I'm feeling depressed sitting here in my vest 

it's like we're born with our heads on the block 

And this song is for the strugglers 

it's for the cynics and the maudlin 

and this song is for the poor boy 

I won't be there in the morning 

Oh don't give up, don't give up on us 

and sure these are degenerate times 

you don't have to be some kind of guru 

just chuck something together as long as it rhymes 

and I hope that is means something to you 

And if I suck in my cheeks when I'm with you 

and if I wear too much soap in my hair 

pull on your kitten heel shoes 

we've got dancing to do 

pulling teeth from the jaws of despair 

Cos this song is for the strugglers 

it's for the cynics and the maudlin 

this song is for the poor boy 

I won't be there in the morning 

And this song is for the strugglers 

it's for the cynics and the maudlin 

and this song is for the poor boy 

I won't be there in the morning 

no, I'll be asleep on an overnight bus