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Dave McPherson
Dave McPherson


Background information
Birth name David Alexander John McPherson
Born October 3, 1982
Born place Harold Wood, England
Genre(s) Alternative Rock
Post-Grunge
Years active 1996—present
Associated acts InMe
Website Website



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Dave McPherson Lyrics

"Sorry Lads" lyrics


I met this bloke today
He looked at me in a very strange way, I said nothing
I smiled politely, he st-st-stuttered over the words he was trying to say
And he gave me the evil eye, revealed the fangs behind his smile
Oh my, a yellow grin never shone so wicked
I wondered what is his problem?
Is it my stupid hat or my annoying accent?
I know that some people feel that way
But this guy did not even give me chance
I thought nothing of it but then the same thing happened to me the very next weekend
What could it be?

Yeah, I thought it was going well
But all these guys have got their eyes on my girl
Thought it was going swell
The awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hell
I suppose you can never tell
To discover all their dark secrets, well, oh well
I've got news for you, my son
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere

I met this prick today, he laughed at me silently
It seems there's quite a lot of these
Bitter people, thick as treacle
Why don't you get it into your thick skull
That the hole in your heart will have to be filled elsewhere
If it's even still worth filling?
I know that you think that you've had it hard
We've all got problems, fickle problems to deal with
There any problems?
Problems always have solutions, easy
Easy come, easy go
Same old songs at a different show is all I know
Or so you think

Yeah, I thought it was going well
But all these guys have got their eyes on my girl
Thought it was going swell
The awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hell
I suppose you can never tell
To discover all their dark secrets, well, oh well
I've got news for you, my son
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere

Bitter boys, the feeling will dry
Waiting for nothing on their own
Building up meaningless resentment for something they can't understand
My sympathy for your apathy
Crybaby, maybe you will learn
Whiskey won't save you now
Chasing a fairytale, bless your tortured soul
Bless your tortured soul with muddy puddle water

Thought it was going well
But all these guys have got their eyes on my girl
Thought it was going swell
The awkwardness of talking to these pricks is hell
I suppose you can never tell
To discover all their dark secrets, well, oh well
I've got news for you, my son
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere
I ain't going anywhere

I'm sorry, lads
Sorry, lads
I ain't going anywhere

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