Yeah it's the way we are
We were smoking by 11 and knocking round town
Beat em' ups on my arm
We were never good at selling
Couldn't cut down
And I stay with my father, while his friends die of heart attacks
He's got a heart made of stone but he never gets cold because the sun's always on his back
I used to think you're cool and I believed you had a wonderful vision,
But I soon found out you're a terrible friend and your mother's on the television
Gives a go on your bike, how you getting along with your life
It's alright, yeah it's alright