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There comes a time when you got to choose The way of life or a change of views To turn around and walk away A misconception made everyday People seem to come and go If only we could let you know Your change of direction, it makes me sad Why do you want more than you've ever had? Whirlwind holocaust A bomb noise Core long hair And a beer with the boys Within the scene is all you need What's the point of fame and greed? Scum are people, you've become one There's a limit to being number one Media coverage on a ma**ive scale Your way of life's been shot to hell Full colour pictures in raw and kerrang! Life's a bowl of cherries, being a hardcore fan A designer institution, I've seen it all before A music scene as interesting as 1974 Bring back David Bowie, Mark Bolan and T-Rex Gary Glitter comebacks and Tony Alva decks So grow up all you wa*kers, the fight goes ever on Any f**ing ba*tard can write a political song Everyday you're getting older with money on your mind You're feeling lost and lonely and being left behind