I was dressed for achievements
but achievements are not my thing
everything's up the backside of now
Where did the Irish flags disappear to
but what on earth do i see things change
Everything's not so brilliant than ever again

If you see things change
i be a stoat chewing a Viagra pill
then swallowing it down
Getting to know who i am
i dont give a ''' if i like it or not

I guess
you see the sick we are
I know
where boys fear to tread

Chasing the dreams away again
but these dreams wish they weren't
In the dreams of Matt and Luke Goss
even if they're shaken their arseholes

In the foreign of the worlds everywhere
they don't like it or i hate it or not
But in the dreams of Judas or Jihad or Judaism
they're shake their asses right this way

I guess
you are the kids inside of me
and i guess
there are the biographies of Lolly Badcock
but i guess
you see where i'll always be

fuck off