It could be worse, we could be dead But you'll keep on buying it when Every verse is all the same But you've misunderstood almost Every word, that's ever said But it could be worse, we could be dead.
Get a clue I don't like disco Or nu rave techno Get a clue I don't like disco Why don't you get a clue.
This scene is dead why would you come to shows? When this whole town is filled with pubs and clubs and discos.
I don't know what came first, the shit music or the shit drugs But I do know that all the kids that used to go to shows now go to clubs I don't like dance music and I don't think that I ever will.
Always I will.
Society Get a clue You've deserted me Get a clue.
You take the top ten as Gospel Shame all the songs are fucking awful Just buy CD's and Mp3's from HMV You're bleeding money The press campaign will rot your brain It's the same shade of grey And who the fuck is Simon Cowell to tell people That they can't sing? I've never heard him sing a note in my life.
This is why, my friends lend me CD's and I don't buy I trust their, judgement over what's on air.
Never again This is such a joke sell the charts out Indie bands take note eat your hearts out.
It could be worse, we could be dead I don't know how we survived but all I know is we did.