Happy Birthday - Black Country, New Road

Lyrics by：Tyler Hyde

Composed by：Charlie Wayne/Georgia Ellery/Lewis Evans/Luke Mark/May Kershaw/Tyler Hyde

Produced by：James Ford

Cheer up child

The world don't owe you a thing

Who bought you that ring?

Cheer up child

The ghouls and snipers don't care

There's nobody there

One of these days

You might notice the patch on my head

I'm already dead

See the man that you married

For money can't breath

He's almost dead

How do you make it down the street?

City burns like a fire beneath your feet

Cheer up child

Your world's not tearing apart

Though you broke its heart

Many people would give an arm and a limb

To live where you live

It's not your fault

We don't blame you

We blame the world

You were born into

Happy day of

No matter where on Earth

Your feet have taken you today

Did you hear me say?

That I love something about you

But I don't know what it is

Something that I must find

For you have truly built your fort

How do you see beneath the canopy from your top floor?

Well a lady introduced to me

By my best friend we

Connected through the cans on head

Even though I fear she Might Be Quite Deeaad

She sat and she sang the tale of youth

Cos children don't know the meaning of truth

How do you make it down the street?

Feel removed from everyone you meet