In a little over 4 months I will drop an album that is unlike anything you've heard from me. This song will be on it.

Back at the school where I learned to be a fool 
On a hill halfway to heaven 
Headmasters of mine blurred all the lines 
Before I turned eleven
They cut me loose in the world before my head unfurled 
So I was late to roll dice at the game
But a fire in me that they couldn’t see
Started burnin’ when I picked a middle name

It was some kind of religious game
They told me to pick to the name of a saint
Imagine living up to something that you ain’t
I had to memorize
A book of wholesale lies
Just to become an adult in their eyes
It was out of style
It seemed so infantile
A cult built on denial
But I picked my middle name
And I learned to play the game

So I picked St. John
And they said “oh the apostle of love”
And I said, “oh no, you’re wrong”
That’s not what I was thinkin’ of
I was thinking of John the Baptist
Always disappointed, always slightly pissed
At all the major points that the elders missed
On this name I must insist
And they said “okay”
Cause to them it didn’t matter anyway
It was really all a charade
Just a social game that I played

It was out of style
It seemed so infantile
A cult built on denial
But I picked my middle name
And I learned to play the game


Middle Name (radio edit)

Chas Got the Spins