1.Prangin' Out
I get back from touring
And suddenly it doesn't seem like much fun to be off my face
At a quarter to eleven am
You're prangin' out
I see through you
(I feel awful)
These voice's talkin' to me
This ain't even funny
(Irons been on in my house for four ＊＊＊＊ing weeks)
I see through you
I'm about to do something stupid
I dare say why my manager got lary and smacked me
These headaches are gettin' unbearably nasty
Staring at the crackwork, lookin' scary with me brandy
The rock 'n roll cliche walked in and then smacked me
Carelessly rackin' out prang just to handle the fear
I do a line but then panic and feel a bit prangy
So I glug marlon from the bottle to ease of the panic
Then when it starts wearing off, I just feel a bit sad
Snort more tour support, and then have a drink
The bruise on the side of my head is madly banging
The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin'
The only reason I started this was the deal me a laughin'
You're prangin' out
I see through you
These voices talkin' to me
This aint even funny
I see through you
I'm about to do something stupid
The girl in my bed is kinda distant right now,
I know shes thinkin' shes a bit frightened somehow,
I don't think she relised what i'd invited her back to my house
I don't want anyone to see me like this right now
All sorts thoughts rollin' back in my eyes
I've been a poor sports thoughts dance in my mind
A banging headache dancin prang by their side
Dancin' with the pictures from the past of my life
I don't remember any of what I just thought at all
The conclusion prior to when I forgot it all
Panicing a bit, gettin' frightened of ＊＊＊＊ all
So nursing my bruise I drink right from the bottle
I don't want anyone I know to see my like this
My fibs in single became lies and lists
She's gonna sell tale no doubt ＊＊＊＊ it
I'm not going to start drinkin', no, i can't for now
You're prangin' out
I see through you
These voices talkin' to me
This aint even funny
I see through you
I'm about to do something stupid
My laptop must have slipped down and gone to sleep
Before the prangers pain was to dawn on me
(Stupid idiot!)
Around the time i was skethchin tryin to con some sleep
And the new day on me was nearly dawning in here
I must have flaked while i imputed
waging loads more
Cuz I'd staked on bookings
waging total score
Why do i break my rules not to wager any more
I flaked on the bookings and majorly totalled on the score
I've got a simple problem
But my minds spinning out
I remembered the website between the wine and the stout
The rush of fear made me forget how ＊＊＊＊ed i'd been
This time I'm drying my eyes and a ＊＊＊＊in' nose bleed
Turnin' the phone off when my promo bloke phones me
the day beforefor it got nasty with my manager when he only beat
me
I threw his wallet out the window as it had grown heated
He said 'sort your life out' as he punched me onto my feet
You're prangin' out
I see through you
These voices talkin' to me
This aint even funny
I see through you
I'm about to do something stupid
You're prangin' out
I see through you
These voices talkin' to me
This aint even funny
I see through you
I'm about to do something stupid
Right now logic states I need to be not contemplating suicide
with rational thought it would seem that i need not to be doing
stuff
That makes death seem like an easier option
I need a totally trojan plan right now
(I see through you...)
2.War Of The Sexes
Songwriters：Skinner, Michael Geoffrey
I dream that one day I'll have a child
And that child will say to me 'Dad, what was war？'
But it's not going to happen
It's a war of the sexes, never get it bled
I beg that you learn 'cause she's cleverer
How attracted to you she is this party your gab？
But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have
Oi, the reason girls flirt is to work out their worth
Whereas men just hanker for the panky to happen
Retain this fact I'm hammering, this fact is gonna matter
What little you think you're letting by her sly
She senses you're near her and smells your desire
The general rule of mine, her intellect will be higher
Your task is to make her notice you fast
But hanker when you don't close in after
She knows she can get most dudes
Though she mustn't know about you
If you screw this all up and then lose all your cool
That's when she ends up liking you as a friend
You're not playing at hard to get
You're playing at not getting a hard-on yet
It's a war of the sexes, never get it bled
I beg that you learn 'cause she's cleverer
How attracted to you she is this party your gab？
But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have
And you wanna know what, listen
The answer is to get close enough to her
But listen the next thing you just totally blank her
You think I'm ＊＊＊＊ing mad don't you？
But I don't shag on my own
Get somewhere near to the lamb
Glance and then turn to the man
You do need to be near to the lamb
But she doesn't want to feel cramped
Instead of cowering up to the hostile lamb
Bowl up to the trusting man
It's much easier talking to him
He doesn't suspect you want anything
Just tell him something like
Did you know cigarette lighters were invented before matches？
It's ABC making a he break with glee
'Cos he isn't suspicious you're trying to muscle into his misses
Do you know what I'm talking about？ That's why I'm talking about
It's a war of the sexes, never get it bled
I beg that you learn 'cause she's cleverer
How attracted to you she is this party your gab？
But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have
The woman is a highly socially-practiced
Master in body language, dab-handed actress
She's calculating all of the mad facts and the figures
While you're pretending to listen staring at her tits
It's a war of the sexes, never get it bled
I beg that you learn 'cause she's cleverer
How attracted to you she is this party your gab？
But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have
It's a war of the sexes, never get it bled
I beg that you learn 'cause she's cleverer
How attracted to you she is this party your gab？
But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have
Elementary, my dear cousin, I cannot state this enough
She must not clock your flop, you can't placard your march
Your threws seclude your moves or you're colluding well weapon
It's a war of the sexes never get it bled
I beg that you learn 'cause she's cleverer
How attracted to you she is this party your gab？
But it's multiplied by how little of you she can have
And remember not to get hammered either
'Cause people who get hammered don't get to nail
3.The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living
Songwriters：Skinner, Michael Geoffrey
I need something in my life to straighten me out
Let's rent this shed, we'll do vocals in the bog
Call toast pr tell 'em we've opened up shop
Campaign meetings at Warner, no coke and not drunk
3 years to make this work, or look a joke and be broke
Blag their lawyers like the con with a dog
And there'll be no more straight scores to drop and keep
dropping
Settle my gross addictions with my net and come
Tell my mum over tea that my whole life's ＊＊＊＊ing up
We've got two fifty grand in the budget to go
Subtract five for club promo
Lose five for a good video and fifteen for a dud video, ＊＊＊＊
that
It's the hardest way to make an easy living
The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery
Mayhem text's me about the press and TV
See if I've taken any ES so I can get some sleep
Nap on the settee, the laptop next to me
Wince for my family at the Skinner Scandal of the week
TV pluggers, product managers straight up
Club promo needs to step up, help it work
Stick to our guns, don't crack to demands
Tell my mum in the car, that the car might have to go back
Two hundred and twenty five grand
Twenty six grand for a showcase
And five more on tour support
And support story
It's the hardest way to make an easy living
The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery
We'll never get bankrupt if we never have a go
This is no ordinary able, I need to flash up my flow
Go into morris stead as well as Savile Row
I want a pin-stripe suit that no man owns
Cash in the Kano beat for the silver shadow
Send it to warrior for the flash and the glow
The safest way to dvouble your money is to fold it in your
pocket
Tell my mum during breakfast that I got no sleep
Eight grand paid in September
April, May and December
If this keeps going so well
That's going to be the end of us
It's the hardest way to make an easy living
The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery
In spread betting it's easy to draw a small fortune start
With a big fortune and lose into a small fortune
Haven't got a clue, we blindly charge on
Death threats from a boy of the girl, I serged on
She said, she didn't have a bloke, another lesson marked down
Verbal agreements aren't worth the paper they're marked on
Get scans of reviews, we beg to chart up
Tell my mum over tea, the press have started up
We've spent a fortune
'Cause with ghost buying
It's the end for tune
We need to sell some records soon
It's the hardest way to make an easy living
The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery
It's the hardest way to make an easy living
The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery
4.All Goes Out The Window
Songwriters：Skinner, Michael Geoffrey
Can you blatantly say looking straight in her face
That you aren't telling tales to her？
If you never tell a lie to her
You don't have to remember anything
It all goes out the window when
I try to do it myself
Can you blatantly say looking straight in her face
That you ain't telling tales to her？
That you never get stressed when she questions
Events you'll be best to forget
Can you actually blag when the lamb glances
When you prang and your chatting
That if you had the chance to go back to her pad
For a passionate act you wouldn't have it？ Oi, but why's that
then？
It's cause the reason you been faithful is, been so good
'Cause you've never seen temptation
Deep down you hear the mans burden
(We all have a man's burden in our heads)
You'll always be a bad person
It's getting you down, you were letting her down
You were tempted and you failed
You showed her up, you need to be owning up
You need to show her you love her for once
It was an extreme circumstance it was she that advanced
She defeated you gradually
So you must then be honest, you must then get on this
Mend the wrong shit
If you never tell a lie to her
You don't have to remember anything
It all goes out the window when
I try to do it myself
Oi oi, so why you wanna phone up？ Why you wanna own up？
You were selfish and so dumb
To ease it off your chest, to be relieved of the mess
That's being proper selfish, oi
I been in some broken moments, I know what goes on the road
But there's a road you chose
However coked up your brain, you know you chose to strain
She knows your game, oi
But it makes you see things clearer
It was weird though, man
But you didn't wanna be with her
Seriously back home
If a girl was to even hear
It would spare her weak heart
And she'd have no fear
The chance to see the fit thing naked will spell and mesmerize
you
You'll disregard the ways the lady in your life inspires you
Which is why the day she tires of you
You'll be crying and howling
And if you have the chance to go back to her pad
For a passionate act she won't allow it
But if your plans for a chance to go back ain't even had
Then the passionate act won't happen
'Cause you plan not to have the chance
Rewind that back if that sounded fast, oi
You can't think straight, you gotta avoid the situation
Forget what she's doing
You may be mugged if you trust too much
But it will fuck you up more worrying about trust
If you never tell a lie to her
You don't have to remember anything
But it all goes out the window when
I try to do it myself
If you never tell a lie to her
You don't have to remember anything
But it all goes out the window when
I try to do it myself
You may be mugged if you trust too much
But it will more fuck you up
It will more fuck you up, worrying about trust
5.Memento Mori
Songwriters：Skinner, Michael Geoffrey
Ah, what was the question, oh yeah, Memento Mori
It means remember it's inevitable that we will all die
It sounds quite depressing when said so raw and direct
But it means don't hang yourself on a material life
But that gets dropped when I'm bop on shopping day
Am I shallow, am i hung up on such wrong ways
Yes I am shallow and loving every wrong play
If love is blind then why do we all buy lingerie
I've got nothing in my life
Away from the studio
So when I'm loose
I end up consuming dough
Memento Mori, Memento Mori
It's Latin and it says we must all die
I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit
So I buy buy buy
If I start to think of life I have prangs of paranoia
Pull one stripey shirt off a racks or another
Overthink my fate grasping a pastel jumper
Panic buy a flight home, prang though actually sober
Change my mind and fly back into Vegas
Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels
Frame the Ferrari through the day with the Mayhem
Just to forget about the race in my head
I don't really care
About the luck and the look
But driving a Ferrari
Is fucking a book
Memento Mori, Memento Mori
It's Latin and it says we must all die
I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit
So I buy buy buy
I think if I could see me now from my growing past
I'd hate the shirted cunt that seems to be so fucking flash
I reckon from the threads, I think all I think's about cash
But my manager tells me, I ought to think about cash
It's like people don't know the eighties started
My car just keeps carding with the card machine
You don't regard the old you, driving a Ferrari
Mine's the driving license through Nevada at speed
I never think about money
In fact I have no idea
How much money I have
Memento Mori, Memento Mori
It's Latin and it says we must all die
I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit
So I buy buy buy
Chilly 'n Carmen air sips as I'm parting her hair
But I'm an asbo drinker I want to be chilly parkair
But asbo drinkers just don't dig my art and my flair
Even if they dig my asbo driving, past their carlight flair
Sometimes when I buy my diamond trinkets with my whores
I know I've strayed a bit from my old sins and my walks
But then I laugh out loud that my car still fucking talks
I feel awful for a bit but at least, I'm not poor
6.Can't Con An Honest John
Songwriters：Skinner, Michael Geoffrey
Using the following, I'm going to show you
(A)
How to con someone using their own greed, 'B'
(B)
That you won't feel bad 'cos
They're trying to con you anyway, and, 'C'
Taking their money, as I have come to realize
Running the beats is just getting people's confidence
This scam only works 'cos that man
Thinks he's working this scam
And that you man off his mark
Get your mate, let's call your mate Piers
No, not Piers, let's call him Farquhar
Anyway get Farquhar to crawl into a bar with his dog
Like I said, the barman will try and con you later
But you're gonna take all his money
Anyway, get Farquhar to pass into a local bar
And call to the bar to look after a dog for a dart
Just for twenty quid for a while, claiming that he hated it
But it was worth more than his car
This, by the way, requires
That you find and supply Farquhar
With an animal, and a life, from your local park
Get a nice dog that doesn't bark
But not so nice that someone might
Miss this mutt from the park
Anyway, using this technique
You're gonna take all this man's money
But you're not gonna care
'Cos he's gonna fucking deserve it
You'll never con an honest John
An honest John you can't drag down
(Exactly)
Con-do-lee get conned
When they think they're the cunning one
(It's all one big con)
Neighbor you won't con
An honest John
Now listen, get Farquhar to dart out the bar
And just shop for some garm's, maybe
Just to pass an hour or so
I would go shopping 'cos I gave up drinking
But whatever, just have Farquhar down the road
Now you walk in the bar, walk up to the barman
Order a jar, when you've caught him slouched on his own
Start eying the dog that he's minding by his side
Currently vibe him and start on about the dog you own
Start asking the barman, if it's his fine specimen of a dog
Nod, smile, agree, look interested and cool
When he tells you it's someone else's you've just left previous
Tell him, 'This is a very rare breed of animal'
Last time I lied my manager swiped me
But lie and tell him it's like a fucking
Red-eared hunting Spaniel
Tell him it's worth six-hundred quid
And you would pay handsomely
If you were to accept finance at all
You'll never con an honest John
(Sometimes)
An honest John you can't drag down
(Sometimes I think I should just go completely)
Con-do-lee get conned
When they think they're the cunning one
Neighbor you won't con an honest John
(Keep listening though
It's important that you keep listening)
Now take all his shopping off him
Get your mate Farquhar to pop in
Looking straight gutted a bit later on
He should order a jar, talk at the bar
Ensure he looks calm, warm with the barman
And generally start conversating on
Farquhar should start falling apart
About how he's arsed up some chance
And how arsed up his day was
Or in the event, the spread betting
He's getting ready to accept
That his rent's not getting payed up
The barmans mind will chime slowly for a while
He might wipe the bar, as his mind is making sums
Farquhar should continue to moan about money
And that this mutt is not the greatest of his worries
And like 'ching', the barman will five out of six times
Kindly offer his greed to buy
The dog for a price of three hundred quid
And after some bartering
Your barman will haggle
And charge harder
In greed of the scent
Of the scheme in his head
(That's right, neighbor)
You'll never con an honest John
An honest John you can't drag down
Con-do-lee get conned
When they think they're the cunning one
(The barman, is gonna see
How much he can stitch you up for)
Neighbor you won't con an honest John
(How does that work？
'Cos' every time it's based around
Someone who thinks they're conning you)
They'll never imagine the whole scenario
Is prepared solely for him, why should he？
That sort of paranoia
Can get you in the loony bin
As I have come to realize
Running the beats is
Just getting people's confidence
And then taking their money
It's all one big con
7.When You Wasn't Famous
Songwriters：Skinner, Michael Geoffrey
Ah, see, right see the thing
That's got it all fucked up now is camera phones
How the hell am I supposed to be able to do a line
In front of complete strangers
When I know they've all got cameras？
When you're a famous boy
It gets really easy to get girls
It's all so easy, you get a bit spoilt
So when you try to pull a girl
Who is also famous too
It feels just like when you wasn't famous
The celebrity pages in papers don't tell tales
That are always to the line of the truth
It's till a line at which most likely you'll have the time
Or enough finance to sue
Which is why it's so frightening buying papers in the morning
Fearing the next Mike Skinner scoop
'Cause I used to believe what I read
So now I know that others will believe that it's true
But I realized with you the truth canbe
A whole lot worse than the flack
My whole life I never thought I'd see
A pop star smoke crack
And I must admit I was quite shocked
With that thing you did with me on my back
But outside in the lobby, I shouldn't have laughed
When you slapped that man
When you're a famous boy
It gets really easy to get girls
It's all so easy you get a bit spoilt
So when you try to pull a girl
Who is also famous too
It feels just like when you wasn't famous
You were so much fun
I really got to like you more than you liked me
I really hoped that you'd stay
Considering the amount of prang you'd done
You looked amazing on CD UK
You learn dances, do promo, cameras flashing
Get in the van an' zoom away
I wake up high, dizzy feel, hung over
And sorry for my doomed day
But I know I got a bit close to you
And that you found it fucking boring
You taught me so much about
How to deal with the fire I'd fallen in
And what version of a rumor
Would be next day everyone's story of me
You taught me all the realities
And turn the page and ignore 'em
When you're a famous boy
It gets really easy to get girls
It's all so easy you get a bit spoilt
So when you try to pull a girl
Who is also famous too
It feels just like when you wasn't famous
Anyway I had to rest my beer hat
Delete my dealer's number and unroll my bank notes
And we were on borrowed time anyway
What with the daily toilet papers not knowin'
And I knew that when the people who thought they knew you
When they found out, I would've been mocked
Which is ironic, 'cause in reality
Standing next to you I look fucking soft
Whenever I see you on MTV
I can't stop my big wide smile
And past the children's appeal
I see the darkness behind
We both know the scratches on my back
Much better than the alludes and lies
I miss the bitchin' and shoutin'
But I'm glad I got out in time
When you're a famous boy
It gets really easy to get girls
It's all so easy you get a bit spoilt
So when you try to pull a girl
Who is also famous too
It feels just like when you wasn't famous
You can't keep fucking popstars
We've got a fucking business to run
There are industry repercussions, Michael
I know
8.Never Went To Church
Songwriters：Skinner, Michael Geoffrey
Two great European narcotics
Alcohol and Christianity
I know which one I prefer
We never went to church
Just get on with work and sometimes things'll hurt
But it hits me since you left us
And it's so hard not to search
If you were still about
I'd ask you what I'm supposed to do now
I just get a bit scared
Every now, hope I made you proud
On your birthday when mom passed the forks and spoons
I put my head on the table, I was so distraught with you
You tidied your things into the bin, the more poorly you grew
So there's nothing of yours to hold or to talk to
You put your hand up and interrupt the conversation with a, but
People say I interrupt, people with the same look
Sometimes I think so hard, I can't remember how your face looked
Started reading about dreams in your favorite book
I panic and pace when I can't see the right thing to do
You'd be scratching your head through the best advice you knew
And I feel sad, I can't hear you reciting it through
I miss you dad, but I've got nothing to remind me of you
We never went to church
Just get on with work and sometimes things'll hurt
But it hits me since you left us
And it's so hard not to search
If you were still about
I'd ask you what I'm supposed to do now
I just get a bit scared
Every now, hope I made you proud
I needed a break when your book about dreams was taken
I needed to pray or see a priest that day
I needed to leave this trade and just heave it away
But I cleaned up my place like you so I could see things
straight
I never cared about God when life was sailin' in the calm
So I said I'd get my head down and I'd deal with the ache in my
heart
And for that if God exists, I'd reckon he'd pay me regard
Mom says me and you are the same from the start
I guess than you did leave me something to remind me of you
Every time I interrupt someone like you used to
When I do something like you, you'll be on my mind or through
'Cause I forgot you left me behind to remind me of you
We never went to church
Just get on with work and sometimes things'll hurt
But it hits me since you left us
And it's so hard not to search
If you were still about
I'd ask you what I'm supposed to do now
I just get a bit scared
Every now, hope I made you proud
We never went to church
Just get on with work and sometimes things'll hurt
But it hits me since you left us
And it's so hard not to search
But you, you still tell me
How you didn't know what to do even now
And then I'm not so scared somehow
'Cause I know that you'd be proud
I got a good one for you dad
I'm gonna see a priest
A Rabbi and a Protestant clergyman
You always said, I should hedge my bets
9.Hotel Expressionism
Songwriters：Skinner, Michael Geoffrey
The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The minibar can be part of the art also
The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The mini bar can be part of the art
In the early hours of a blurry hotel
You need guests and venture forth
My word is word if we earn success
In hotel expressionism
Stay away from small boutique hotels
So when wrecked there's no victim
I've been ejected from hotels that
When I'm checking in will swear to be with them
Man, I'm not some crank vandal
Swinging the TV about at random
Attached to the lamp stand for a handle
Is the art of action through crafted illusion
Tediously mischief from rakin'
Is why we hide from enemy pages
Throwing the TV out the window
Mate, is nothing clear of weak cliche
It's vandalism an expressionism
Is to be keenly disassociated
I'm talking incontrivertable
Structural damage human injury, real mayhem
The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The minibar can be part of the art
Fill the iron with minibar brandy
And blam see you have a brandy iron
The sweet boozy steam moves freely
And is in no manner mindless fun
Express yourself in anyway, say anything you may
And anyway that man lied to you
That's fuckin' lies, fuckin' cunt
The fuckin' damage isn't minor, fucker
But louts harassin' is fuckin' drole
Spellin' through the death of rock and roll
Rap and roll are separate to some acid trip
'Cause rock and roll is fuckin' old
The group of girls your zone in on
Have to be on their own there and pissed
But you have a problem with the man they're with
He's a dealer but there's a rift
You need to get him fucked up on his own shit
Take his gear, he disappears
Leave him there his hand in a bucket of water
A gaffer taped to a chair in a lift
The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The mini bar can be part of the art
I'll tell you straight
Expressionism is his own form of art
Because with normal art someone usually
The artist they pour out their heart
But it's worth is decided by committee
And has to obey the law and sharks
I tell expressionists walk out the lift
Mind checkin' out pay for their art
Real art should be nothing but that
Shouldn't be about the money or fashion
I make these crap rap rhythms
To pay the hotel bills that fund my passion
The fine art of hotel expressionism
Pen a sentiment with the kettle and condiments
Compose your mood using the soap and your shoe
The mini bar can be part of the art
It's tedious, the mischief from rakin'
Why we hide from enemy pages
Throwing the TV out the window, mate
Is nothing clear of weak cliche
It's vandalism an expressionismism
Is to be keenly disassociated
I'm talking incontovertable, structural damage
Human injury, well mayhem basically
10.Two Nations
Songwriters：Skinner, Michael Geoffrey
Two nations divided by a common language
And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing
But the difference is language and just the bits you got wrong
'Cause we were the ones who invented the language
Sorry, oi that's just my idea of a joke
But you guys are different to us across the pond folk
And I keep having to say that I'm only joking
In New York when I have to buy fags on the road, oi
Biggy man, God bless America and that
But you lot keep killing all your best talent
We build up our stars and then papers sweep on them
And you build on stars and maniacs shoot them
I don't know much about nines and max
But we still got two dues, we're inclined to pay
And I much prefer the profit margin nowadays
And crystal methods all the height with crack
It was no shock to me when we flew to the door
At the Nars gig where the mans were shooting in a war
Since it got reported in the latest news story
That London is now more dangerous than New York
Two nations divided by a common language
And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing
But the difference is language and just the bits you got wrong
'Cause we were the ones who invented the language, oi
Understated is how we prefer to be
That's why I've sold three millions and you've never heard of me
The Paparazzi shoot me, the the girls, all lose on me
But don't shoot hiders, we fight football rivalry
The work wac means to come back home
And I wrote the Ten wac Commandments on my own
I was in front of the bloke shooting at the Nas show
They weren't shooting at him it was honor that night though
We don't shoot idols happily shoot instead
Up my road the police just thought are you dead？
'Cause they guessed he might of been a bit of a terrorister
Does my bomb look big in this bag then
But we love Biggy, Johnny Cash and Stevie Wonder
It's no Biggy we, got no cash and its no wonder
'Cause I'm proud we gave you people like John Lennon
Even though you shot him as well
Two nations divided by a common language
And about two hundred years of new songs and dancing
But the difference is language and just the bits you got wrong
'Cause we were the ones who invented the language
11.Fake Streets Hats
Songwriters：Skinner, Michael Geoffrey
If you don't like what's going down
You need to change something 'round
And what you can't change
You've got to change the way you thought about
If you don't like what's going down
You need to change something 'round
And what you can't change
You've got to change the way you thought about
Two days before I finally snap from bumped a gig
I was being a twat, the bass player behind the scenes
Yo cap, he's Belgium, another bright screaming gang
Johnny drum machine peeps, leaving trailing gaps
Putting face cream on between the breaks and tracks
I needed to stop this, draw the last of my ways
20 minutes to go the floor manager says
Been a long summer sure spanned an age
I wanna dry my eyes and Call the band on the stage
Dead silence, not very nice to feel so depressed and violent
If you don't like what's going down
You need to change something 'round
And what you can't change
You've got to change the way you thought about
If you don't like what's going down
You need to change something 'round
And what you can't change
You've got to change the way you thought about
Down the day before the crash
The streets hats were made by Warner staff
Thought they were fakes, not thought to ask
So I tirade the audience, found under the stage
But I'd only just spoken Ted Mayhem
Had never seen me so darn broken
The very next day in bed in London with a girl
I have little memory of, unable to feel anything much
Which was the reason why I bought my first suit
But wasn't thinking at that bit on stage
The Fake Streets Hats were actually not fake
If you don't like what's going down
You need to change something 'round
And what you can't change
You've got to change the way you thought about
If you don't like what's going down
You need to change something 'round
And what you can't change
You've got to change the way you thought about
If you don't like what's going down
You need to change something 'round
And what you can't change
You've got to change the way you thought about
If you don't like what's going down
You need to change something 'round
And what you can't change
You've got to change the way you thought about
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