Žodžiai dainai: Cribs. Martell.

How hard can it be to get a slap
On the back from a room full of morons?
So you hate my sunglasses?
Well, your precious Leeds is dead
Just so long as you know

The clean and the green
Make up you're music scene
And shy away from the words
That they've written for me can't you see that?

Someone's got their eye on you, now, don't you know?
And I don't want to be the one to let you know
Can you hear me? I don't know
Can you hear me? I don't think so

You should leave it to me, we cover
Insignificant miles for a miniature bottle
Do you know what I mean? I don't think so
But we go for a smoke in the smoke

And I like what I see, it's a vicious cycle
But who cares when it's happening to me?
It's obscene, can't you see that?

Someone's got their eye on you, now, don't you know?
And I don't want to be the one to let you know
Can you hear me? I don't know
Can you hear me? I don't think so

Someone's got their eye on you, now, don't you know?
And I don't want to be the one to let you know
Can you hear me? I don't know
Can you hear me? I don't think so