Lyrics:

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