Tekst piosenki
All of your friends are cunts
Your mother is a ball-point pen thief
Notoriety follows you
Like beatings follow rain
Bring on the big guitars
You've got a prophets name
All of your tales are lies
You've never been to Alton towers
Michael Caine doesn't follow you
And you've never been to Spain
Bring on the go-getters
You've got a prophets name
Gareth Brown says
