Lyrics

She keeps digging out soldiers from the side of the road
Her seven outriders making way for a wide load
He’s walking the walk but he’s more Reggie than Kray
Well that’s the price that every Mother must pay
“Give up the good life” she said, “there’s gold on the stage”
“You’re like a blank slate” she said, “and not in a good way”
Now I’m sweeping up quarters in this penny arcade
Well that’s the price that every brother must pay
There’s a price that everybody must pay
There’s a pound shop Withnail at the end of the bar
Trying to pass of Nectar points for Bolli and fine rum
Cosy up to grandpa for the cost of an Uber
Well there’s a price that every brother must pay
“Twenty percent” she said “and all of your soul”
“Your call is important, let me put you on hold”
Like any good son you better know when to fold
Guess that’s the price that every brother must pay
That’s the price that every brother must pay