day time radio plays this song, then the music industry has got it horribly wrong. Oh society, look what you've done, you made me write about society cos my life's so numb. Ohh... because my life's so numb.

Well, flu jab, yes please, jab it in my brain, so I'll never have another sick thought again. Flu jab, yes please, jab it in my brain, so I'll never have another sick thought again. Ohh... another sick thought.

And everyone sings: Happy songs, about happy people, are never gonna change the world. But then neither will this, so let's get [bad word]  and kiss the night away.

For [bad word] sake, somebody hype me, I wanna see the look on the fanzines' faces when I tell them, I'm only in a band to score gash, I'm only in a band.

Guitar: I hum, I scream, I dance for quick cash. Guitar: I hum, scream, dance. Behold! The projection of [bad word] heart. Behold! The bodies masquerading as art. We can choke the breath right out of you. (Don't tell the girlfriends I can't play, and don't tell the boyfriends where my hands strayed)

And everyone sings: Happy songs, about happy people, are never gonna change the world. But then neither will this, so let's get [bad word]  and kiss the night away.

Our CD for president, "No talent at all evident"
Our CD for president, "No talent at all evident"
Our CD for president, "No talent at all evident"
Our CD for president, "No talent at all evident"

Well, flu jab, yes please, jab it in my brain, so I'll never have another sick thought again. Flu jab, yes please, jab it in my brain, so I'll never have another sick thought again. Ohh... another sick thought.

And everyone sings: Happy songs, about happy people, are never gonna change the world. But then neither will this, so let's get [bad word]  and kiss the night away.