Lyrics

Let's inherit the earth cause no one else is taking it Come on, do your worst before the moment's passed In bedrooms across England and all the Western world There's posters and there's magazines but the music isn't ours Cause we write love songs in C and we do politics in G We sing songs about our friends in E minor So, tear down the stars, now, and take up your guitars And come on, folks and try this at home Let's stop waiting around for someone to patronize us Let's hammer out a sound that speaks of where we've been Forget about the haircuts and the stupid skinny jeans The stampedes and the irony and the media-fed scenes Cause we write love songs in C and we do politics in G We sing songs about our friends in E minor So, tear down the stars, now, and take up your guitars And come on, folks and try this at home Because the only thing that punk rock should ever really mean Is not sitting around and waiting for the lights to go green And not thinking that you're better cause you're stood up on a stage If you're, oh, so fucking different, then who cares what you have to say? Because there's no such thing as rock stars, there's just people who play music And some of them are just like us and some of them are dicks So, quick, turn off your stereo, pick up that pen and paper Yeah, you could do much better than some skinny, half-arsed, English country singer Cause we write love songs in C and we do politics in G We sing songs about our friends in E minor So, tear down the stars, now, and take up your guitars And come on, folks and try this at home