Lyrics:
Belle And Sebastian On The

of strangers The rich and the famous They don't count, no, they don't count Now I'm back on my beat, on the same greasy street There's an angel on my

And it's like your holidays whenever you go 'round We always have a laugh and then we all get in The bath to save on the leccy bill me and Jo, and Phil

Lyin' here asleep on a sunbeam I wonder if you realize you fascinate me so Think about a new destination If you think you need inspiration Roll out the map and

Everyone thought it was a shame For Belle and the boy Sebastian Belle was okay but, oh Sebastian Went too far again, crashed his car in the rain He wants to love and

kinds of strangers The rich and the famous They don't count No, they don't count Now I'm back on my beat On the same greasy street There's an angel on

beat me up 'cause I crossed the march They said I need to learn a bit of respect But I am on their side and I follow the team When I get out of here

Is it wicked not to care when they say that you?re mistaken Thinking hopes and lots of dreams that aren't there? Is it wicked not to care, when you've

myself across the dance floor I feel like dancing on my own Where no one knows me am where I Can cause offense just by the way I look And when I come

a lot in common I'll leave them to do what they want I'll leave them to do what they need to I'll go and play with words and pictures I'll admit I'm