Lower Than Atlantis What A Beautiful Day To Impersonate An Officer

Don’t blame the rock and roll

For our reckless youth or the hearts that we stole

Don’t blame the strings on my guitar

For the drunken fights at the Weatherspoons bar

This is a product of public schools

Staying up late, council estates and proving who’s cool

Mate, have you got that tenner for me?

Because money don’t grow on trees

But it’d be so wicked if it did though

Mate, have you got that tenner for me?

Because money don’t grow on trees

But can you imagine?

Can you fucking imagine?

If you want a good time, put your hands up

Five thousand miles away from home (we don’t got nowhere else to go)

We’re wasting days checking MySpace plays

Two bars of battery on my phone

Don’t blame the hearts that we stole

Don’t blame the strings on my guitar

This is a product of public schools

Staying up late, council estates, trying to prove who’s cool

Don’t blame the rock and roll

If you want a good time, put your hands up

Five thousand miles away from home (we don’t got nowhere else to go)

We’re wasting days checking MySpace plays

Two bars of battery on my phone

Mate, have you got that tenner for me?

It’s pay day