1. FAR Q

Dear Dad, I think about you every now and then,
I hope to God that I don’t turn out like you as I grip this pen.
Every time you cross my mind, I cross my heart and hope to die,
That I wont ever let myself become a disappointment to my mum.

Father, you never bothered, about as close as north and south are to each other.
But my mother, I really love her, although sometimes I wish she would have chose another.

As I reminisce, I think of all the birthdays and Christmas’ you missed
And no millionaire could afford what you cost me walking out the door.
I’ve cried a thousand times but now I realize that this is only biological,
You’re a name on my birth certificate and that’s all.

I’ll tie a rope around the neck of your Fred Perry and hang you from my family tree.


2. B.O.R.E.D.

Life, is this all there is? Every day’s the fucking same in this life I live.
It’s the same routine every fucking day, tomorrow’s a re-run, the next day’s the same.
I’m bored at Uni, I’m bored at home,
I’m bored of spending hours on end bored in my room on my own.
I wish that I could drive, I’d get away from this place,
Cool breeze through my hair and the thrill of the chase.

I wish the Earth would quake so the ceiling falls, the sudden feeling of four walls.
Kill me now before boredom does,
I’ll be bored 6ft under the boring world above.

Bored, B-O-R-E-D, I’m bored-er than paint drying on daytime TV.
I wouldn’t be so bored if I had a job but I don’t so I’ll sit here and play with my knob.
I’m bored out my brain and I’m bored to tears, Shouting ‘I’M FUCKING BORED’
until it rings in my ears. Bored staying up late, bored writing this song,
Bored waiting for my big break to come along.

Every band I’ve ever loved have broken up,
and every girl that I was thinking of never gave a fuck.

I’ve watched Dude, Where’s My Car 5 times, I can recite it line for line,
Completed every game I own, I’ve played 2 player on my own.
drank half a gallon of coffee, got an irregular heart beat.
I lose interest with every chord, I used to love this song but now I’m bored.


3. TAPING SONGS OFF THE RADIO

I’ve been collecting music for so long, today I turned on my laptop and it’s all gone.
I opened my iTunes and it’s bare, I can’t find the albums I downloaded anywhere.

Karma payback for not paying for these tracks
but I’d pay every penny just to have them back,
And Blogspot, she was my girlfriend,
Caught her cheating on me with Last FM.

I’m searching through my Recycle Bin
For some Jimmy Eat World, some Go It Alone, some anything.
But it’s empty to my despair,
Full of photos from old shows and scene girls in their underwear.

Hell no, now I’m taping songs off the radio.
How retro? I take my Walkman with me everywhere I go.


4. I'M NOT BULIMIC

Wishing I was someone else,
It’s my own fault that I’m fucked up but I still worry about my mental health.
I’ve g-g-got a stutter and the memory of a Goldfish,
My mind is melting into mush because I barely use it.

I think it’s time to sort it out, to get a job and move out.
But I’m just a kid! So? Deal with it!
It’s the credit crunch, that’s my excuse for being unemployed for months.

Wishing I was someone else but I’m not, I’m myself,
And I really need some cash ‘cos chasing dreams don’t pay you jack.
So put the kettle on, leave the tea bag in because I like it strong,
My mouth is burned to bits and I’m practically drowning in PG Tips.

I’m not promising anything but I’ll try to try
to get a job instead of watching TV all of the time,
but we all know the best thing since sliced bread
is Two Pints Of Lager And A Packet Of Crisps.

Playstation 3 is owning me, I’m sick of playing Gameboy, Nintendo and Xbox 360.
My thumbs have blisters on the plasters covering blisters -
Triangle and circle are my brothers, X and square my sisters.

I moved back in with my mum, no job, no money, no hope, no fun.
I owe about a million grand for my guitar, my amp and a band van.
I studied music at University, spent another million grand on tuition fees
and then left without a degree.

We are the kids of the recession, credit cards, overdrafts, loans and no pensions.
We are the kids, we’ll learn our lesson by years of living in a country in depression.


5. EATING IS CHEATING

Street lights shine bright,
illuminating Watford High Street on a Monday night.
Fat slags are ‘dressed to kill’
with their short skirts barely covering arse cheeks making me ill.
It’s student night, I can get in wearing trainers and it’s a pound a pint.
I drank a hella lotta Stella
when I left my mates and now I’m ready for a fuck or a fight.

We started off in Baraka to get into Area free,
there’s a queue at the bar so come and dance with me.
Darling, can you handle it? We’ll build a bridge and dismantle it.
We wont stop dancing because our feet are sore,
We wont stop tonight until there’s shit on the dance floor.

Fight!

Monday, Watford.
Tuesday, in bed.
You’re barred, what for?
Let’s hope next week’s like the week before.

Manic Mondays, I’m taking a piss down an alley way,
as for the gear that you just bought, I hope to God we don’t get caught.

Caught!
I’ll see you in court.


6. NO BELTS

Our shoes are scuffed, our shirts are torn.
No belts to hold up our jeans and the knees are worn.
But we’re still alright, still going out tonight.

This van is falling apart,
I hope we make it to the show before our set starts.

We get to play every day, it’s our dream and we’re stoked.
Got no money in the bank, doesn’t matter that we’re broke.
We don’t have jobs and we don’t want them.

No, we won’t stay at home.
We’ve got debt up to our eyeballs and we won’t be told.
The game we play, is a dangerous game.
We’re playing our lives away.

We won’t be told.


7. FACE FULL OF SCARS

I close my eyes and think of nice things
like summer in the park when I was riding my bike.
Life was so much easier when I was 8,
now I’m bitter, I’m twisted, I’m full of hate.
I really don’t like the person I’ve become,
what happened to the little boy who loved his mum?
I never talk to anyone about the way I feel,
I lie, I cheat, I fight and I steal.

So you think you’re hard?
You think you’re clever but you’re obviously not.
I’ve known you for years so why pretend?
I’m your old best friend.

Every day’s a struggle just to get out of bed,
and I fight constantly with a voice in my head.
When I look in the mirror I see a face full of scars,
from being ‘Mr. Hard’, ‘Mr. Fights In Bars’.
I’ll probably regret writing lyrics for this song,
but I’ve felt the way I feel for far too long.
All the haters will laugh at the way that I felt,
when I wrote this song, this cry for help.


8. A/S/L?

I fell in love online with a singer,
I’ve been checking her page on Myspace every day without fail, messaging her.
But there’s one minor detail that I forget to tell, I’ve never met the girl.

I feel lame, speaking to her every day on Facebook ain't the same.

OMGZ, LOL, :), XX - How has my love life come to this?
I used to think of myself as a bit of a ‘Jack the Lad’,
but now I’m tapping chicks by Email and it’s fucking sad.
She makes me ROFL when I chat to her on MSN
and I’m sad when she gets picture comments from other men.
When I see that little box pop up on Facebook chat, I change my status to a