Из альбома: B Sides (06-17)
Backing up stories what you talk, Earls Court
Nickname like the kangaroo valley
From top to the bottom of the underwalk where
Boys fuck girls that they never will marry
You're happy as larry
To dill dally, dark alleys
Back from the rallies
It's bullshit they say that you got no talent
Well pigs fucking fly
And it aint about oil
And fox news has always been fair and balanced
Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
Lost in the crowd and you feel alone
Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
Lost in the crowd and you feel alone
Dilly dally past
You're the last fast man to charge any money on your mobile phone
And it's all about this, understand man
We'll chat it like dapper dan cos dan's always talking
Dan chats black Buddy Holly
Aint half of the money of the income that he makes down monthly
Through talking down on your mobile phone
While kiddie paints the town with the shilling pence and pounds
It's illegal to think that you ain't fucking prone
To all of the bollocks that is chatting all around you
Sometimes it gets in your head, and you can't get away
From the feeling that you're breaking on the ground
Breaking up no luck
Stop like some fuck
Caught in a right rut, she looks like a right slut
You must lust, touch, cos you want so much
You look so shook, but you're just man lovestruck
Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
Lost in the crowd and you feel alone
Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
Lost in the crowd and you feel alone
Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
Lost in the crowd and you feel alone
Do you ever feel like you want to go home?
Lost in the crowd and you feel alone