Waste of Breath (Live)

This's called 'Waste of Breath'
You paint your leather jacket
But it comes off in the rain
The more you cut your hair
The more it grows again
The badges you pin on yourself
Fall off or start to rust

And the more they take the piss
The less people you can trust

It's the story of your life
And the end of it's your death
And every word that's in between
Is just a waste of bre-e-e-ath

You don't know
Who you might have been
Or who you now should be
Or why you want to write on walls
Or why you wanna be free

And then you start to panic!
'Cause the inspirations there
You're not sure how to use it and anyways
No-one seems to care!

The story of your life
And the end of it's your death
And every word that's in between
Is just a waste of bre-e-e-ath

You're the classic all-round failure
Who never seems to win
You'd like to write a book
But you're not sure how to begin

It's the story of your life
And the end of it's your death
And every word that's in between
Is just a waste of breath
The story of your life
And the end of it's your death
And every word that's in between
Is just a waste of breath