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 massive 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 wankers, the fight goes ever on 

Any fucking bastard 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