The Beautiful South - Half-Hearted Get (Is Second Best) lyrics

I've only got one real fan She is not woman, she is not man She's got her own coat of arms and her tartan and her own clan Her clan surpa**es beauty always love and never duty A beauty that feels so alien to this land These feelings should be censored they should be banned But when you put a p**n-star in these hands I'm the 6 month old with the keys to his own pram You got this straight to play the fool Miss out nursery, miss out school And gave the bullet train option to this old abandoned tram How do you make so special look like dross How do you make expensive look budget cost If it's power to the workers then you are the boss You make bluebells look like moss Gave a second coat to gloss And made Lennon's little Ono look like dross If prostitution was not illegal you'd make cheap s** look so regal Make the hottest little joint in town look like frost The famous they get stalkers, they get pests But I'd rather get a bullet right through my chest All that Lennon could imagine was not you, was just a fraction and all half-hearted get is second best