We all want some one to shout for Everyone wants somebody to adore Your heroes aren’t what they seem When you’ve been where we’ve been
Have i done something to trigger… The funny looks and the snigger? Are they there at all… Or is it just paranoia
Everybody’s got there box and are doing what they’re told You push my faith near being lost but we’ll stick to the guns Don’t care if its marketing suicide, we won’t crack or compromise, your derisory devides will never unhinge us
There’s a couple of hundred Think they’re Christopher Columbus But the settlers had already settled here long before you
Just because we’re having a say so And not lining up to be play doh In five years time will it be; who the fuck’s arctic monkeys?
All the thoughts that i just said Linger round and multiply in the head Not that bad to start with, I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed