Sell your cover story to the highest bidder
Just to grab the headlines
It all got shitter

Now get me out of here

Just another publicity whore
Like all the others
Take the money and pay the rent once more

You know you really need it

When all you stood for turns to dust
And you're left swimming with the sharks

You're not so pretty

I did't like you cos you were British
Oh no
I only believed in every fucking word you said

Ain't got no heroes

Now back on tour
Still singing the same old songs
From a working class multi-millionaire

Now spread that on your crumpet

When all you stood for turns to dust
And you're left swimming with the sharks
Sat in a cage for all to sea
You never really saved the Queen
Remember why you got those scars
And show us all you really meant it

Only heroes let you down
You're so fucking vay-cunt

You know we really don't wanna fucking know ya

Fucking croissant
Champagne breakfast
Enough of your fucking remarks

You know we really don't wanna fucking hear ya