Nothing will ever matter except Alistair MacGowan, In a town that lacked in creative minds, No Shakespeare or Elvis, just a bunch of heart and talent less acquaintances I'd rather leave behind..
This town is nothing I remember of a home We used to all stand firm in friendships of tight holds, Now laughter and joy faint memories I used to have, The people I thought the most of I can no longer stand And I'm dying to get out..
The ones I loved I now hate, Cause all my friends they went and changed into monsters Well I'm sick of playing their bloody games Sick and tired of people I don't like when conversations are so futile Monsters..nobody smiles when they're in this place..
We gotta get out while we still got time, While we still got the youth in our lives, Marilyn's is where we meet, a rotten place that dulls the brain, People wanna take away your dreams And it seems to me There's a jealous tension where noone seems to strive And the saddest thing is this where I spend most of my time,
I've lost, i've lost all my friends to jealousy and empty threats But i guess I'm better without them
The ones I loved I now hate, And all my friends changed I'm so bored of being called Mick Hucknall by fools without brains When they're just kids raising kids they can't afford to raise