You've got to know not to come in here with those roulette eyes and lying alibis
This is our time
This city doesn't owe us sh**
This is the end of a beautiful thing, and I'll stand in line
And what you said stuck with me, cuz I had a good time
Well it's best to forget you now, f**ing you from behind
(I'll carry on with you or not)
Give these idiots a pencil, sharpen it for them
Sharpen it for them, and we'll stab them in the eye
This is their contribution to their scene
Their scene of f**ing tone deaf a**holes
[and we're] cramming 5 lives in the back of one van
It's our holiday, sitting in the back with a pack of sweet dreams
It's our holiday, and this is our time
And this city don't owe us sh**, it's our holiday
This city don't owe us sh**
We'll carry on
This city ain't got sh**