Sam Smith & Company - From Heathens to Devils lyrics

You've got a grip so tight it keeps me up all night yeah Like a loaded gun But I feel I've got a noose tied around my shoes when I need to run And I, don't need anyone You're gonna sit easy with a small time wage You'll be clocking for the nightshift while I'm touring the states Polishing your name tag whilst I'm sinking the booze The only line you'll have on me is on the news But I'll be drinking Whiskey to perfect my rage Wine from a chalice to forget my age Your grips so tight, it keeps me up all night But I've got sticks of dynamite And I, don't need anyone