You weren’t the best by far, But a reminder of what we are, Dreamers and hopers, all on the wrong bus Watching pavements pa** by… I don’t wanna’ be Frank, or Johnny So I’ll pick my number And take a ride… Fathers tell their sons, No, no it can’t be done, Know your place, and who you are So they’re fixing rich men’s cars Oh fathers tell their sons No no it can't be done Know your place, and who you are So they’re fixing rich men’s Fixing rich men's cars You watch Gold heads pa**ing by It's not the same In black and white You needed so much to be there Barking from the side lines The want is bigger than the Chinese wall If I keep pushing Then the Bricks will fall… Fathers tell their sons, No, no it can’t be done,
Know your place, and who you are So they’re fixing rich men’s cars Oh, fathers tell their sons No, no it can be done Know your place and who you are So they’re fixing rich men’s cars… Fixing rich men’s cars So they’re fixing rich mens cars You were carried above heads and smiles They shouted your name all for love, You showed them what they had forgot You showed them All What could be done, Now, Fathers tell their sons How they can reach for the stars Know your place and who you are So now they’re chasing stars They’re chasing stars… Fathers tell their sons Ya, ya it can be done Know your place and who you are So now they’re chasing stars They’re chasing stars… Chasing stars