Tin Pan Boy (Live In Atlanta)

You found a carousel to ride around
But then you get bored so you tear it down
Like a kid in a playground putting sand in their mouth
Spit it out when youre feeling fickle
And I want to say it shouldnt work that way
Peoples lives aint a game just cause you can pay
Smoking your big fat cigar
***** hat cravat and four birds on your arm
Im just a tin pan boy do you want
To take that toy
Hey you Mr Developer
Hey you Mr Developer
Youre just a tin town toy a big fat boy
Hey you Mr Inheritor
Crook hook Mr Proprietor
Boy
You kick the small kid off the monkey bars
Take your mess specs
And the size of his arm
Force him to dress in black
Then make him hold your holster
Whilst you shoot him in the back
Bang
You will say Im only writing songs
Son get off of your a*s and get a proper job
And snigger at my beat-up boots
But I tell you Sir
Chap chap chap
Im just a tin pan boy do you want
To take that toy
Hey you Mr Developer
Hey you Mr Developer
Youre just a tin town toy a big fat boy
Hey you Mr Inheritor
Crook hook Mr Proprietor
Boy
Bo bo boy
Bo bo boy
Bo bo boy
Im just a tin pan boy
Please dont take my toys
Hey you Mr Developer
Hey you Mr Developer
Youre just a tin town toy a big fat boy
Hey you Mr Inheritor
Hey you Mr Proprietor
Boy
Bo bo boy
Bo bo boy
Bo bo boy
Bo bo boy
Bo bo boy
Bo bo boy
Bo bo boy
Bo bo boy