Same Old Song - Gruff Rhys

Coughing blood on an American tour

Left me bewildered, concerned for my future

The doctor told me with little pity

The consequences of all that gluttony

Always traveling to the next song along

With no concern for the vessel that will sing them

Same old, same old, same old song

Same old, same old, road to travel on

But the time is now and one day we’ll be gone

So let’s sing the same old song

A weeping wound when you’re serving food

Won’t win you many tips

But sing a song of love gone wrong

And the accolades unzip their shackles

Always heading to the next song along

With no concern for the vessel that emotes them

Same old, same old, same old song

Same old, same old, road to travel on

But the time is now and one day we’ll be gone

So let’s sing the same old song

Somewhere there’s reason

Somewhere there’s pain

Somewhere there’s progress

Like the cockroach, the sun it is always

Same old, same old, same old song

Same old, same old, same old road to travel on

But the time is now and one day we’ll be gone

So let’s sing the same old song

Oh, let’s sing the same old song