Too Cool For School, Too Stupid For The Real World (let's Form A Band)

There comes a time when you got to choose

The way of life or a change of views

To turn around and walk away

A misconception made everyday

People seem to come and go

If only we could let you know

Your change of direction, it makes me sad

Why do you want more than you've ever had?

Whirlwind holocaust

A bomb noise

Core long hair

And a beer with the boys

Within the scene is all you need

What's the point of fame and greed?

Scum are people, you've become one

There's a limit to being number one

Media coverage on a massive scale

Your way of life's been shot to hell

Full colour pictures in raw and kerrang!

Life's a bowl of cherries, being a hardcore fan

A designer institution, I've seen it all before

A music scene as interesting as 1974

Bring back David Bowie, Mark Bolan and T-Rex

Gary Glitter comebacks and Tony Alva decks

So grow up all you wankers, the fight goes ever on

Any fucking bastard can write a political song

Everyday you're getting older with money on your mind

You're feeling lost and lonely and being left behind