Twenty seven years, twenty seven years old
Only thing I know, the only thing that gets old
I gotta sell out if I want to get sold
Don't want the devil to be taking my soul
I write songs that come from the heart
I don't give a fuck if they get into the chart, oh no
Only way I can be, is to say what I see
And have my shadow hanging over me
I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run
'Cause running's the thing I've always done
Oh I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done
I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun
Twenty seven years, twenty seven years now
Only thing I know
I know that I don't know how
To please everybody all of the time,
'Cause everybody's always fucking changing their minds
A little bit faded
A little bit jaded
Not gonna stop and I won't be persuaded
To write words I can't believe in
To see my face on a video screen
I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run
'Cause running's the thing I've always done
Oh I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done
I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun
Twenty seven years, twenty seven years done
Written six hundred songs, only twelve get sung
Eighty seven thousand cigarettes have passed through these lungs
And every single day I wish I'd never smoked one
A week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircut
Eight years sleeping, I'm still tired when I wake up
A whole year eating and I still lost weight, fuck
Five proper girlfriends and five messy breakups
Twenty seven birthdays, twenty seven New Years
Thirty thousand quid just so I could have a few beers
Ever dying old hopes
Ever growing new fears
Don't know where I'm going but I know how I got here
I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run
'Cause running's the thing I've always done, oh
Oh I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done
I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun, oh
Said I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run
'Cause running's the thing I've always done, oh
Oh, I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done
I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun, oh
Only thing I know, the only thing that gets old
I gotta sell out if I want to get sold
Don't want the devil to be taking my soul
I write songs that come from the heart
I don't give a fuck if they get into the chart, oh no
Only way I can be, is to say what I see
And have my shadow hanging over me
I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run
'Cause running's the thing I've always done
Oh I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done
I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun
Twenty seven years, twenty seven years now
Only thing I know
I know that I don't know how
To please everybody all of the time,
'Cause everybody's always fucking changing their minds
A little bit faded
A little bit jaded
Not gonna stop and I won't be persuaded
To write words I can't believe in
To see my face on a video screen
I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run
'Cause running's the thing I've always done
Oh I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done
I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun
Twenty seven years, twenty seven years done
Written six hundred songs, only twelve get sung
Eighty seven thousand cigarettes have passed through these lungs
And every single day I wish I'd never smoked one
A week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircut
Eight years sleeping, I'm still tired when I wake up
A whole year eating and I still lost weight, fuck
Five proper girlfriends and five messy breakups
Twenty seven birthdays, twenty seven New Years
Thirty thousand quid just so I could have a few beers
Ever dying old hopes
Ever growing new fears
Don't know where I'm going but I know how I got here
I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run
'Cause running's the thing I've always done, oh
Oh I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done
I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun, oh
Said I don't know where I'm running, but I know how to run
'Cause running's the thing I've always done, oh
Oh, I don't know what I'm doing, but I know what I've done
I'm a hungry heart, I'm a loaded gun, oh
