If you got skills if you got brains to sing or write a song You may get fans but after a while a jealousy will born Higher you fly further you go so the hatred grows If you are good and if you do great then people will hate even more
All you looser fans boiled up with jealousy All you wanna be is just to be like me All you looser fans it is not meant to be But you can still dream on would be your fantasy
(You) plastic fans bandwagon fans Glory hunters blind fanatics all fake fans Hang yourself (kill yourself)
If you have scored forty two goals they’ll say you’re big game flop Over the years grand slams you won they’d love to see you fall And if you just ask why do you hate they say because he’s good Come out on the pitch and if it’s not your day You will hear how the thousands will BOOOH!
You can always go and buy some chips and Coke Plunge into you chair to watch your porn and wank Relieved you go youtube commenting nasty thoughts You void you “big name” slave you like what you were told