It can't be right what I'm reading here
No one believes in all this stuff no more
Our ideas don't see eye to eye
You get your press with a pocketfull of lies

Telling everybody every word is [bad word] One day soon they're gonna see through you
 [bad word] 
I got your number
You can fool some people some part of the time
I got your number
I aint ever gonna toe that particular partyline

There'll be some people gonna back you up
But don't look here for moral support
Don't you ask no favours from me
I don't believe in charity
Telling everybody you're wonderful
What are you gonna do when there's no one left to tell it to
 [bad word] 

You think you're so special
But you're only fooling
Tell your lies to anyone but me

You think you're so special
But you're only fooling
Tell your lies to anyone but me
 [bad word] x3]