Lyrics:

Does it make you Indie?
Does it make you proud
To talk the world into a paper bag?
Spotty stain of: 'I'm OK, you're not OK'
Yes men too, can be on the rag.

'I'm over my head I need a pick me up!'
It's easy to get high when your standing on our backs man,
will anything ever be good enough for you
stand on your own, hold your water if you can.

The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing well?
The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. fairing well?
Not on my time.

It isn't fair to mention,
But it awes the crowd...Your fictional, plastic, alibis
Take another hit,
Steal another line
D'ya ever meet a leech who was good at goodbyes?

When you were down
I always picked you up
Why didn't I recognise that everything
Was never fine?
I'm kicking myself that I shared
Spit with you!
So fuck yourself, and fuck this
Bleeding heart of mine.

The ride's over, did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over, fairing well?
The ride's over, did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over, fairing well?
Not on my time.

When you were down
I always picked you up
Why didn't I recognise that everything
Was never fine
I'm kicking myself that I shared
Spit with you!
So fuck yourself, and fuck this
Bleeding heart of mine.

The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing well?
The ride's over. Did you enjoy yourself?
The ride's over. Fairing well?
Not on my time.

(The ride's over) x repeat to fade