We're here to inflict ourselves on you
Cos we've got fuck all else to do
So stitch up your broken heart
And find another reason to fall apart

Nihilism didn't work -we've tried that before
(what's yours is mine is mine is yours)
We're so much more marketable when we're indoors
(what's yours is mine is mine is yours)
What's mine is yours and yours is mine
Passion doesn't sell so leave it behind

Identical basslines and AOR guitars
Whilst you're groping Jayne Middlemass down at the old Met Bar
Yet another appearance on TFI
The brightest glitter in Evans' eye

You had potential, you had style
But you pissed it away in no great while
You just don't seem to fucking care anymore
You pathetic coke-sniffing corporate whore

Nihilism didn't work -we've tried that before
(what's yours is mine is mine is yours)
We're so much more marketable when we're indoors
(what's yours is mine is mine is yours)
What's mine is yours and yours is mine
Passion doesn't sell so leave it behind

So you're heavily influenced by Gay Dad on your latest track
Which is triple A listed on Radio Pap
You're so fucking lazy it makes me want to cry
You're so apathetic with every word and every sigh

You're so irrelevant
Why don't you just fuck off and die?