Description
Producer: Liam Fray
Producer: James Skelly
Lyrics and translation
Original
You're telling us all about your average marriage with a second four-by-four in the garage.
It's easy to believe that you won't reach Christmas Eve.
Are you fully aware of the sickly bickering?
He's fully aware of his dream life trickling away and down the hill.
Maybe not until. . .
The shoe is on your other foot, you pretend you don't give a fuck.
You try to wear a different hat, but I know you better than that.
And that's just what you'll do.
We'll always come for you.
You're the luckiest man alive. The luckiest man alive.
The luckiest man alive.
The luckiest man ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive.
The Joneses phoned in to fill you in about the new extension they're still doing. It's all right, thanks, we'll pass.
We'd rather swallow your triple-glazed glass than listen to you on a nothing crusade, how you're fixing the world with your lemonade. Away and off you go.
Turn up the radio.
'Cause the shoe is on your other foot, you pretend you don't give a fuck.
You try to wear a different hat, but I know you better than that.
And that's just what you'll do.
We'll always come for you.
You're the luckiest man alive.
The luckiest man alive. The luckiest man alive.
You're the luckiest man alive. The luckiest man alive.
The luckiest man alive.
The luckiest man ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive.
English translation
You're telling us all about your average marriage with a second four-by-four in the garage.
It's easy to believe that you won't reach Christmas Eve.
Are you fully aware of the sickly bickering?
He's fully aware of his dream life trickling away and down the hill.
Maybe not until. . .
The shoe is on your other foot, you pretend you don't give a fuck.
You try to wear a different hat, but I know you better than that.
And that's just what you'll do.
We'll always come for you.
You're the luckiest man alive. The luckiest man alive.
The luckiest man alive.
The luckiest man ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive.
The Joneses phoned in to fill you in about the new extension they're still doing. It's all right, thanks, we'll pass.
We'd rather swallow your triple-glazed glass than listen to you on a nothing crusade, how you're fixing the world with your lemonade. Away and off you go.
Turn up the radio.
'Cause the shoe is on your other foot, you pretend you don't give a fuck.
You try to wear a different hat, but I know you better than that.
And that's just what you'll do.
We'll always come for you.
You're the luckiest man alive.
The luckiest man alive. The luckiest man alive.
You're the luckiest man alive. The luckiest man alive.
The luckiest man alive.
The luckiest man ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive, ali-i-ive.