Got a prize fighter stride
The ropes are closing in
Rock'n'roll hits the neurons
Like a tow bar to a shin
And I sail around the city
Like I beat around the bush
No doubt undecided
But I'm sure
I tend to over-think
This dancefloor sticks like gum
Right below my Cuban heel
I'm a line-locker losing grip
Blown diff and
The smoke's so thick
I could never get tattoos
Wouldn't know which one to choose
I was once a cannon loose
But now I got a lot to lose
And I got nothing to hide!
I got nothing to hide!
The highwayman looked tired
Been walking since 78
Left behind the paisley tie
With the bank job
What a lonely guy
And here I am
Feeling quite at home
Foreign bar found my phone
Free agent but so alone
Tribes and trends might work for some
They ever served me well, not even once
My friends all homologised
While self-doubt left me paralysed
Now I got nothing to hide!
I got nothing to hide...
I was a sailor too
Always drifting crew to crew
I don't fit in, yeh woohoo!
Just don't care when they stare at you
But I got nothing to hide
I got nothing to hide