So come out fighting, second's out Who's the daddy? Well there's no doubt Got on thing on your brain, you all act the same But you're alright 'Cos
Air on the streets, lights on the trees Eight days a week, singer's disease I wanna be where the sun meets the sky I wanna be there, it's out of your
It's OK to beat the living shit from the drum kit It's OK to take what you don't have, if you want it That's alright, that's your way Water's cold,
Five pretty boys for ten shitty years Five girls next door, I'm up to my ears I need a reaction, a new revolution All over the country, 'cos they took
6 o'clock on a tube stop, waiting for a subway train On my own, so alone, why does everybody look the same? To the right there's a sign, telling me which
We go the distance till there's nowhere left to go It's complicated, don't you hate what you've become? Oh yeah! Running out of luck Trying to keep