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lyrics
Just some ordinary boys, from some ordinary homes,
City still stuck in the past more Oasis clones.
Any scrap of originality that was left,
is cast-off to the wayside it dies a silent death.
The public stand and watch, dark fruits, lemons hand in hand
Saving their excitement for the next big Britpop band.
Kids down in the underground they work hard and they slog,
the rest they just won't listen, they simply can't move on.
You say there's no good music about these days, well I say you're wrong.
You just don't listen past the corporate, drivelous shite they play on Radio 1.
"Oi mate, can you throw a few Manchester covers into your set?"
Do I look like a human jukebox? I'm sorry, I can't accept.
Mad Fer It
Just some ordinary boys, from some ordinary homes,
City still stuck in the past more Oasis clones.
Any scrap of originality that was left,
is cast-off to the wayside it dies a silent death.
The public stand and watch, dark fruits, lemons hand in hand
Saving their excitement for the next big Britpop band.
Kids down in the underground they work hard and they slog,
the rest they just won't listen, they simply can't move on.
"I was born in the wrong generation", a phrase they cry and scream.
Livin' in the 60's, 70's, 80's seems like a kind of dream.
Stood in fields in the pissing-down rain with bucket hats on their heads.
Can't see the stage through a fog of pyro, sky's a deep smoking red.
Just some ordinary boys, from some ordinary homes,
City still stuck in the past more Oasis clones.
Any scrap of originality that was left,
is cast-off to the wayside it dies a silent death.
The public stand and watch, dark fruits, lemons hand in hand
Saving their excitement for the next big Britpop band.
Kids down in the underground they work hard and they slog,
the rest they just won't listen, they simply can't move on.
Fuckin' Mad Fer It
Just some ordinary boys, from some ordinary homes,
City still stuck in the past more Oasis clones.
Any scrap of originality that was left,
is cast-off to the wayside it dies a silent death.
The public stand and watch, dark fruits, lemons hand in hand
Saving their excitement for the next big Britpop band.
Kids down in the underground they work hard and they slog,
the rest they just won't listen, they simply can't move on.
credits
released November 24, 2020
Frankie Endley - Bass guitar
Daniel James - Drums
Joe Twentyman - Lead Guitar
Cameron Wybrant - Vocals, Rhythm guitar
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