Chewing on Tinfoil - The White-Washed Blues lyrics

I wrote a line about a ship destroyed in a storm The imagery's nice but the story is so worn Plus, I've never seen the sea I'm metaphorically landlocked so I make up waves in the gutters where I walk Like an abandoned building's walls Can't I stand until they bring a wrecking ball? So cut me up, tear me down Well, my bus was so late and my tea ain't that great You'd swear I'm the target of genocide And yes, I've always lived in the castle I've never gone outside I won't blame a privileged life on the reason why I can't survive one So cut me up, tear me down Yes, I know that it's all relative But these are the palest shade of blues And they're easy to hum along to, that's how they got pa**ed onto you I know I'm not as tough as the bricks of Aughrim Street But I'll outlast your sails as you drown in a puddle That's it, I swear I've had enough of this So cut me up, tear me down