twenty seven years twenty seven years old the only thing i know the only thing i get told i’ve gotta sell out if i wanna get sold don’t want the devil to be taking my soul, I write songs that come from the heart i don’t give a fuck if they get in to the chart or not only way i can be is to say what i see and have no shadow hanging over me i don’t know where i’m running but i know how to run ‘cos running’s the thing i’ve always done i don’t know what i’m doing but i know what i’ve done i’m a hungry heart i’m a loaded gun twenty seven years twenty seven years now only thing i know i know that i don’t know how to please everybody all of the time, ‘cos everybody’s always fucking changing their minds a little bit faded a little bit jaded not gonna stop and i won’t be persuaded to write words i can’t believe in to see my face on a video screen i don’t know where i’m running but i know how to run ‘cos running’s the thing i’ve always done i don’t know what i’m doing but i know what i’ve done i’m a hungry heart i’m a loaded gun twenty seven years twenty seven years done written six hundred songs only twelve get sung eighty seven thousand cigarettes have passed through these lungs and every single day i wish i’d never smoked one a week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircut eight years sleeping i’m still tired when i wake up a whole year eating and i still lost weight fuck five proper girlfriends and five messy breakups twenty seven birthdays twenty seven new years thirty thousand quid just so i could have a few beers ever dying old hopes ever growing new fears don’t know where i’m going but i know how i got here i don’t know where i’m running but i know how to run ‘cos running’s the thing i’ve always done i don’t know what i’m doing but i know what i’ve done, i’m a hungry heart i’m a loaded gun, i don’t know where i’m running but i know how to run ‘cos running’s the thing i’ve always done i don’t know what i’m doing but i know what i’ve done i’m a hungry heart i’m a loaded gun