("f**in' Johnny keeps leaving these ma**ive gaps between the songs... It all plays dead like that. See? Silence. Between the songs.")
[Hook: Repeat 2x]
If you don't like what's going down
You need to change something 'round
And what you can't change
You've got to change the way you thought about
Two days before I finally snapped
From bumped a gig, I was being a twat
The ba** player behind the (?)
Is Belgium, another bright screaming gang
Johnny Drum Machine keeps leaving trailing gaps
Putting face cream on between the breaks in tracks
I needed to stop this, draw the last of my ways
20 minutes to go the floor manager says
Been a long summer, sure spanned an age
I wanna dry my eyes and all the band on stage
("Alright I wanna see how proud you Belgians are!")
Dead silence, not very nice to feel so depressed and violent
("He's f**in' puttin' moisturizer on! He's f**in' moisturizin' his face..."
"I know... Ridiculous.")
[Hook: Repeat 2x]
("Some c*nt has printed up a load of f**ing sh**hole Streets hats...")
Oi, oi, Amsterdam the day before the crash
The Streets hats were made by Warner staff
Thought they were fakes, not thought to ask
So I tirade the audience found under the stage
But I'd only just woken
Ted Mayhem has never seen me so darn broken
The very next day in bed in London
With a girl I have little memory of
Unable to feel anything much which was the reason I bought my first suit
I wasn't thinking at that bit on stage
The fake streets hats were actually not fake!
[Hook: Repeat 4x]
("Who's that c*nt? Tell him to f** off, man."
"The Streets!"
"Oh yeah no go go go yeah... mate, sometimes, you know, it is made so hard...")