My Soul's Back

I know I make it look easy, doing what I do

Singing songs for the masses

The ones that people relate to

I see them hanging off every word

Poor fools, they think what I’m saying true

I’m tired of meeting the same fans

Saying “Man you were great!”

They even pay for the privilege

Of watching my mistakes on stage

I’m getting bored and I’m getting broke

Think it’s time, I wrote a new track

I’m faking my soul’s back, to double track it

And if I’m lucky I might make a packet

And pretend that, it wasn’t part of the plan

I’m faking my soul’s back, to double track it

And if I’m lucky I might make a packet

And pretend that, I couldn’t give a damn

And if it’s sounding familiar, it’s cause it’s all the same

But the radio loves it, and no-one thinks for themselves these days

But it helps sell the t-shirts

Hey! That’s not even my real name on the back

I’m faking my soul’s back, to double track it

And if I’m lucky I might make a packet

And pretend that, it wasn’t part of the plan

I’m faking my soul’s back, to double track it

And if I’m lucky I might make a packet

And pretend that, I couldn’t give a damn

With the right chords, anything can be a hit

It can be meaningless, total bullshit

But that’s enough for me

That’s enough for me

That’s enough for me

I’m faking my soul’s back, to double track it

And if I’m lucky I might make a packet

And pretend that, it wasn’t part of the plan

I’m faking my soul’s back, to double track it

And if I’m lucky I might make a packet

And pretend that, I couldn’t give a damn

Faking my soul’s back

What the fuck lets triple track it

My soul’s back

10 more takes, and then we’ll have it

My soul’s back

Everybody feel my pain

My soul’s back