Collins Edwin

Mine Is At

Collins Edwin


I slept in the subway 
Just for a ruse 
No stars for company 
Just a bottle of booze 
See my lifestyle ain't changed much 
I just take more risks 
That's remarkably easy 
When you're remarkably pissed 

Good times, bad times 
Talking blues and spinning rhymes 
And this is where mine is at 
This is where mine is at 
Through strange times, deranged times 
I've only taken what was mine 
And this is where mine is at 
This is where mine is at 

I moved to the country 
Bought a rooster and hen 
It's just the drink talking 
I've been at it again 
See I love to bullshit 
Though I'm more honest than most 
As I write from my cottage 
On the Derbyshire coast 

Good times, bad times 
Talking blues and spinning rhymes 
And this is where mine is at 
This is where mine is at 
Through strange times, deranged times 
I've only taken what was mine 
And this is where mine is at 
This is where mine is at 

The lies that I swallowed 
Force fed as a child 
A promise so hollow 
My anger, my bile 
Now my head is swimming 
The heather's on fire 
The bottle's been opened 
But the genie's expired 

Good times, bad times 
Talking blues and spinning rhymes 
And this is where mine is at 
This is where mine is at 
Through strange times, deranged times 
I've only taken what was mine 

And this is where mine is at 
This is where mine is at 
This is where mine is coming from 
This is where mine is at