Lyrics
Everywhere I go there's everyday people
Everyday people, status quo equal
Most of them are stressing, almost every day they're special
Though all hold secrets, the details you'll never know
Every day the same journey to the studio again
I see the same familiar faces, don't know any of their names
There's the conductor at the station
Who's always stressing when it rains
I'm aware that stressing about the
Weather is just a channel for his pain
Every day I seem to see the same man have his cigarette
Hanging out the window of his second floor flat
Then the old man in the bus stop with the huge hunchback
Scoots over, looks up and looks sad
I wonder if he ever shares any of his stories that he must have
I wonder if he's sick of being picked on by the young lads
I wonder why the old lady's feeding the birds
Or if the drunk guy's screaming will ever be heard
It must be tough to be a young mum
Pushing that buggy through the percussion of the humdrum
I'm just stuck in the conundrum
Fascinated by the abundance of the wonderful faces in London
Yeah, we're looking for some answers
And we could find them in life
Oh, we just wanna know if you're all okay
Everywhere I go there's everyday people
Everyday people, status quo equal
Most of them are stressing, almost every day they're special
Though all hold secrets, the details you'll never know
I like to stop and stare, watch an old lady pack a bag
Buzzing from the discount, two for one up on the rack
The mother passed the bin man, fag in hand, fat guy
Crack on show, looking like he's older than his years imply
Not like those young kids on back of bus rides
Chatted, laughing, licking, cheeking, glint of naughtiness in eyes
I see a cheeky boy stop to look at a girl
You could almost get the tension from that crush he got on her
Yeah, I swear on the park on the way to my house
Because around five is when the office people come out
If there's any drop of sunshine left in the day
Then it's silence in the park, I love the look on the face
I see the face of myself in my local pub window
Reflections, questions, answers, tenfold
An everyday rapper with a stack of thoughts pencilled
I mention for everyone humility's essential
Everywhere I go there's everyday people
Everyday people, status quo equal
Most of them are stressing, almost every day they're special
Though all hold secrets, the details you'll never know
Everywhere I go there's everyday people
Everyday people, status quo equal
Most of them are stressing, almost every day they're special
Though all hold secrets, the details you'll never know
Everyday people, status quo equal
Most of them are stressing, almost every day they're special
Though all hold secrets, the details you'll never know
Every day the same journey to the studio again
I see the same familiar faces, don't know any of their names
There's the conductor at the station
Who's always stressing when it rains
I'm aware that stressing about the
Weather is just a channel for his pain
Every day I seem to see the same man have his cigarette
Hanging out the window of his second floor flat
Then the old man in the bus stop with the huge hunchback
Scoots over, looks up and looks sad
I wonder if he ever shares any of his stories that he must have
I wonder if he's sick of being picked on by the young lads
I wonder why the old lady's feeding the birds
Or if the drunk guy's screaming will ever be heard
It must be tough to be a young mum
Pushing that buggy through the percussion of the humdrum
I'm just stuck in the conundrum
Fascinated by the abundance of the wonderful faces in London
Yeah, we're looking for some answers
And we could find them in life
Oh, we just wanna know if you're all okay
Everywhere I go there's everyday people
Everyday people, status quo equal
Most of them are stressing, almost every day they're special
Though all hold secrets, the details you'll never know
I like to stop and stare, watch an old lady pack a bag
Buzzing from the discount, two for one up on the rack
The mother passed the bin man, fag in hand, fat guy
Crack on show, looking like he's older than his years imply
Not like those young kids on back of bus rides
Chatted, laughing, licking, cheeking, glint of naughtiness in eyes
I see a cheeky boy stop to look at a girl
You could almost get the tension from that crush he got on her
Yeah, I swear on the park on the way to my house
Because around five is when the office people come out
If there's any drop of sunshine left in the day
Then it's silence in the park, I love the look on the face
I see the face of myself in my local pub window
Reflections, questions, answers, tenfold
An everyday rapper with a stack of thoughts pencilled
I mention for everyone humility's essential
Everywhere I go there's everyday people
Everyday people, status quo equal
Most of them are stressing, almost every day they're special
Though all hold secrets, the details you'll never know
Everywhere I go there's everyday people
Everyday people, status quo equal
Most of them are stressing, almost every day they're special
Though all hold secrets, the details you'll never know