I watch you every day and honestly I can't believe
Cause all the bosses say
Be different if you wanna get big

But all I hear is the same song
And it tastes bitter
You're just a piece of paper
Coming out of the same printer

And it's not just with music
It goes with everything
When someone posts something
You do the same, cause that’s the trend

And though I live in a big city
London I love so

I do not see the tall buildings
I can only see sheep licking grass

But what do I know?

Hey you
You don't wanna sing
Cause everybody's talking now

And now a round of applause
For the smart poets please
They are graduate writers with fancy expensive degrees
They talk about working class poverty and greed
But at the same time they're making music
With anyone who pays a quid

And I will sing, will sing, will sing loud
About everything I see, I feel and doubt

Of course the grapes are sour
Everybody wants to win
But I'll never judge a cover by its book
Yeah, that's the thing