| What do you wanna hear?
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| Well I haven’t f**king changed
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| Some progress has been made but my attitude’s remained the same
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| You’d better expect f**k all, I owe you no excuse
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| I don’t need to justify my affairs nor explain the way I chose
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| I haven’t been around to feed a new breed
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| I haven’t been in for it all to satisfy some need
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| And never have I done it out of greed
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| Cos I’m no trendy prick — I’m genuine
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| Just the way I am — no trendy scheme
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| No, I’m no trendy prick — I’m genuine
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| I’m genuine, no trendy scheme
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| Slag off your bands, destroy your scene…
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| You’re easily led astray to spread out what rumours say
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| But the image that you have in mind is as false as what you read
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| We’re just another bunch of everyday’s yobbos
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| We’ve got a common aim and share the same troubles
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| And all the trendy wankers make us sick
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| We live off the nation’s garbage can
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| Trying to make do as best as we can
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| We live off the nation’s garbage can
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| We ain’t no trendy Wankers man |