I don't expect you too know where I've come from
Or learn the lyrics of my lifes song
The personal powerful words I write
Just like my feelings that keep me awake at night
I listen to the latest number one hit on the radio
But there's something that you don't know
That I wrote the B-sides
As my eyes calculate my journey on the bus back home
Looking deep into the eyes of those who live alone
I see the young lovers who walk by hand in hand
Their gaze briefly catches mine but they don't understand
The song she hums happily to herself
But there's something that has no amount of wealth
The knowledge that I wrote the B-sides
I sit in the corner of the local pub, tucked away
I see everyone come in everyday
The drunks, the hardnuts, the men and woman on the pull
Yes in my corner, I see it all
I see the boyfriend claiming they have done nothing wrong
The girlfriend goes to the jukebox to put on her favourite song
He goes and gets another round
The song plays in the background
I wrote the B-sides
I go about my way a drifter in my city
And I think it is a pity
That people make money from my thoughts
And I admit it takes all sorts
As those who sing the tunes that made them big
Feeding the fat greedy corporate pig
I wrote the B-sides
