[Intro]
Yeah, echo echo echo
Escuchame
Can you hear me?
Beautiful day and it’ll be a beautiful night, out here
Light that fire, warm it up
Light that fire, fill your cup
Boil it up, fill your mug
[Verse 1]
Deer hunter, camped out in the winter
My panoramic self sufficient character
Living just the good life
Tarpaulin and a good knife
And everyday a fire that burns until it’s goodnight
Truth is it was a hard transition
To run, get money, get happy was the mission
In the goldfish bowl where the rich go fishing
It makes sense though listen
[Hook]
Out here, everything is clear out here
Don’t be scared, everything is clean out here
Think about it, life is kinda mean in there
But out here, everything in there is clear
Out here
[Verse 2]
You’re asking why I wrote this song?
I guess deep down I’m wishing that it all goes wrong
‘Bout to let middle class get a kick in the arse
And petty criminals realise their morals are a farce
And as the money market shrink and crumble
London gets a reality check
Finally a good reason for southerners to grumble
Clothes from the jumble sale
The arrogant forced the be humble, bail out the boat
Batten down the hatches, it’s all our fault
Half the youth can’t even cook
How the hell they gonna summon up the energy to stage a revolt
Look, you’re not equipped for the future
It’s brutal
Your lungs can’t cope, you need rope not dope
Fire not rack, you need heat not tv
Forget about fuel for your Audi TT
[?] both ways, don’t wash
The earth doesn’t care if you’re broke or posh
Ivory towers get swept away
We’re now under the [?] but your beam sold a hundred times
With your non recycling leaves, petrol dependency, city folk panicking wanna go green
Oh please, asthma attacks won’t decrease cause of CO2
And the planet don’t IOU
Am I lying? I’m wishing I was
Cause it quiet out here, but it’ll soon be a mob
First the SUVs with mummy and the kids
They’re pitching up tents, brought the kitchen sink and the fridge
Then the po roll up and it’s all kicking off
Acid rain in the mud
Now the goldfish bowl emptied out in the hills
You better believe me, children and men what you need is a Ray Mears mixed with Stevie
[Hook]
Out here, everything is clear out here
Don’t be scared, everything is clean out here
Think about it, life is kinda mean in there
But out here, everything in there is clear
Out here