Lyrics:

All of your friends are cunts
Your mother is a ballpoint pen thief
Notoriety follows you
Like beatings follow rain
Bring on the big hitters
You've got a prophet's name
You've got a prophet's name
You've got a prophet's name
Still, 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 prophet's name
You've got a prophet's name
You've got a prophet's name
You've got a prophet's name
You've got a prophet's name
You've got a prophet's name
You've got a prophet's name
What Gareth Brown says
What Gareth Brown says
What Gareth Brown says
What Gareth Brown says
What Gareth Brown says
What Gareth Brown says
What Gareth Brown says
What Gareth Brown says