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