Lyrics:
I am not such a clever one about the latest fads
I admit I was never one adored by local lads
Not that I ever tried to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
can drive you mad
People say you're too young and it's only a fad
The first time we fall in love
The first time we fall in love
The first time I
obtains the stain, will gain a rain
That pours, it soars my brain to yours
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no
Ordained by law to train the poor
I'll make sure that there ain't gonna be no more
It's a treachery hidden up the sleeves of men
Magic will only
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
Cynicism's all the fad
World evens could make us mad
As hatters
Almost every day
Some underpinning slips away
These aren't laughing matters
Time bombs tick
by none
The others act in fact ya just wack I kill
why?
because its fun my son and Run heads the bill!
Who's house?
Run's house!
Who's house?
Run's
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
Was I wrong
Pulled you down
You stood tall
Mind my spite
All I've got
Wave it by
Some people oh they liked you
People even loved you
Didn't mean
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
an illusion as the moments race by
Too fast to really grasp though we may try
Deny, till we die, ooh my my
These thoughts that mislead and then multiply
Second
Girls mad for fad
Sitting by the window
Breathing second-hand smoke
Fair thrills sightseers
Sitting by the window
Breathing second-hand smoke
Originally performed by Dead Kennedys
I don't want to think
Don't make me care
I wanna melt in with the group
I need the balls
To leap out of my
I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads
Not that I ever try to be a saint
I'm the type
on rock, I got rhythm in my soul
I was born to love the beat I was made for rock and roll
I thought it was a fad, thought that it would pass
But
right by
Always takin' for granted
Wakin' up to the truth
Feelin' so disenchanted
[Chorus]
It's human nature
To miss what we had
True value slips away
fucking tired, I gotta stay awake
I'm runnin' late I gotta make it through the day and make my time go by
TV and the stereo and girls are lots of fun
of our daily routine
Distraction from taking action
Full of synthetic satisfaction by dopamine hits
From swipe, likes, and captions
Comparison is
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
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