The World's Last Cryptonaire Songtext
von It It Anita

Trip the light as you fall in the porch
I know it′s an object of our times
I see that growing sea by the side
And debt surfing the tide

Spending all my life just fixing shite
They kept me on till 67 on a service line
But just a week to evict us, well much obliged

Never took a flight or been abroad
Clothes are worn out and it's soaking on my
Cardboard box by the burnt out mansion
Burnt out mansion that′s enough to see that
I refuse to bleed til 73
They dump in on me
Groceries become a cruel distraction
Heating bills I cannot pay a fraction

So far out of our reach


Another upper level
(Another upper level)
You'll never achieve
(You'll never achieve)
So far in a kennel
(So far in a kennel)
You started to grieve
(You started to grieve)
Another upper level
(Another upper level)
You′ll never achieve
(You′ll never achieve)
So far in a kennel

I bought It low and I sold it high
A new roof on that burnt out mansion
I'm the world′s last cryptonaire
Chairman of the board

See when I was just I boy I always knew
The one and only
Nobody better at selling shite
To the scum in the street cause I use to be one

So far out of our reach


Another upper level
(Another upper level)
You'll never achieve
(You′ll never achieve)
So far in a kennel
(So far in a kennel)
You started to grieve
(You started to grieve)
Another upper level
(Another upper level)
You'll never achieve
(You′ll never achieve)
So far in a kennel

His stories are history
His stories are history
His stories are history
His stories are history
His stories are history
His stories are history
His stories are history
His stories are history