Don't blame the rock and roll For our reckless youth or the hearts that we stole Don't blame the strings on my guitar For the drunken fights at the Weatherspoons bar This is a product of public schools Staying up late, council estates and proving who's cool
Mate, have you got that tenner for me? Because money don't grow on trees But it'd be so wicked if it did though Mate, have you got that tenner for me? Because money don't grow on trees But can you imagine? Can you fucking imagine?
If you want a good time, put your hands up Five thousand miles away from home (we don't got nowhere else to go) We're wasting days checking MySpace plays Two bars of battery on my phone
Don't blame the hearts that we stole Don't blame the strings on my guitar This is a product of public schools Staying up late, council estates, trying to prove who's cool Don't blame the rock and roll
If you want a good time, put your hands up Five thousand miles away from home (we don't got nowhere else to go) We're wasting days checking MySpace plays Two bars of battery on my phone
Mate, have you got that tenner for me? It's pay day