Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is not The point's that there isn't no romance around there
And there's the truth that they can't see They'd probably like to throw a punch at me And if you could only see them, then you would agree Agree that there isn't no romance around there
You know it's a funny thing you know We'll tell them if you like We'll tell them all tonight They'll never listen Cause their minds are made up And course it's all okay to carry on that way
Over there there's broken bones There's only music, so that there's new ringtones And it doesn't take no Sherlock Holmes To see it's a little different around here
Don't get me wrong though there's boys in bands And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands And just cause he's had a couple of cans He thinks it's alright to act like a dickhead
Don't you know it's a funny thing you know We'll tell them if you like We'll tell them all tonight They'll never listen Cause their minds are made up And course it's all okay to carry on that way
But I said "no", oh no Well, you won't get me to go Not anywhere, not anywhere No, I won't go, no, no, no
Well over there there's friends of mine What can I say, I've known them for a long long time And they might overstep the line But you just cannot get angry in the same way
Compositor: Alexander David Turner (PRS)Editor: In Place Of Strife Music (PRS)Publicado em 2008 (10/Dez) e lançado em 2009 (10/Mar)ECAD verificado obra #1839087 e fonograma #2352562 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM