I'm the last of the good old renegades
All my friends are all middle class and grey
But I live in a museum, so I'm okay
I'm the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains
I took a plane, I took a train -- ah, who cares? You always end up in the city
I said to Carl, "look up for once, see just how the sun sets in the sky."
I said to John, "do you think the girls here ever wonder how they got so pretty?"
Oh, well, I do
Oh I can't believe what you're saying
Oh I've got to leave for you're sailing on and on
I can't repeat what it's all about is wrong
I can't believe what you're saying
I don't believe it's always kind to say the nicest thing
I don't believe a "sugar lie" is awe-inspiring
I don't believe in posing kind and sneaking out the door
I don't believe a lot of things--
But I've been wrong before
You came into my life and tried to do me wrong
So in return for that I have sent you this song
It tells you what I think and how I feel about you
So take a seat and listen up
cos every single word is true
Dickhead, you're such a dickhead
And everybody knows it everyone but you
Be careful little eyes what you see
It's the second glance that ties your hands as darkness pulls the strings
Be careful little feet where you go
For it's the little feet behind you that are sure to follow