Every one in this f**ing town
they’re so judgemental, faults allowed.
They ride horses, with blinkers on
they weaving flags with nothing on.
Every one in this f**ing town
I wonder who is and who’s not proud.
They got high hopes without trying,
for a while i though they’re flying.
Every one in this f**ing town
they try to help when I’m around.
But when the rough times surfing up
they skit and ask how did it all start.
Every one in this f**ing town
they’re so judgemental, no faults allowed
They ride horses, with blinkers on
they weaving flags with nothing on
with nothing on
with nothing on
with nothing on
with nothing on
Every one in this f**ing town
they try to help when I’m around.
But when the rough times surfing up
they skit and ask how did it all start.