You're a good looking boy, now you've gone and fomed a band
You're playing round with noise, but you're sitting on some big plans
So smoke you're cigarette and speak as you find
You won't lead a life of regret or heed the nagging doubts in the back of your mind

Take this advice from me young man, cos it comes for free
You gotta pack this in cos it's a killer and it'll kill you like a fucking disease

Now you're lookin sort of old and you're gettin sort of wide
Not feeling quite so bold, you got blood in the whites of your eyes
But you can't seem to let it go, to let them know
that it's not ok that it's not your day and all that's left is to fall to your knees and pray

Take this advice from me.......