Lyrics

[Verse 1] So I said is that all that matters anymore? Who happened to like that band first and who likes them more? Why do you compensate for the fact that you're clearly oh so very silly By walking around my town like a Fallowfield hillbilly? You know who you are [Chorus] I've seen the way that you're looking at all of the normal kids You think that they've just come out of Strangeways because you won't bat both eyelids When you walk past with your eyeliner on, one hand in glove Oh, it's just, "They're here for the music, the thing that they love" [Verse 2] And it was literally carnage at the back of Piccadilly to see who could buy it first Does the limited edition seven-inch quench your thirst? For an album that will probably let you down But it doesn't even matter 'cause you don't like that band anymore 'Cause they're not underground [Chorus] I've seen the way that you're looking at all of the normal kids You think that they've just come out of Strangeways because they don't bat both eyelids When you walk past with your eyeliner on, one hand in glove I'm gonna ask you, "Can you find your own way home, are you stuck?" [Bridge] And please don't think that I'm being a bitch I just happen to witness a lot of things which Get me annoyed because you're filling a void Have you got nothing better to do? [Chorus] I've seen the way you're looking at all of the normal kids You think that they've just come out of Strangeways, because they don't bat both eyelids When you walk past with your eyeliner on, your one hand in glove I'm gonna ask you, "Can you play guitar, my boy? Can you fuck?"