Every Time A Teenager Listens To Drum & Bass A Rock Star Dies
"Well hello, friend!
Looks like you made it!
How does it feel?
All the praise and attention and you keep it all real
And while we're at it, thanks for the mention...you arsehole Lenman..."
Have another drink
Take those boxing gloves off
Tame that temper!
You get in such a bother
You're like my mother
"I hope he don't forget who his friends are...you seen him lately?
I knew him when he was nothing and I think he owes me
Yeah we haven't talked in years and I'm so angry..."
Have another drink
Take those boxing gloves off
Tame that temper!
You get in such a bother
You're like my mother!
'Cos you're so pretty and I'm so stupid...
Before all this madness I had a plan
I dreamed I would buy us a plot of land where you and me could rest our bones
A place where we could both call home