I didn't want to,
Leave you behind,
But your clothes weren't stepping,
Into line.
Too much self pity,
Not enough nitty gritty
And just when you were looking pretty
Pretty boring, pretty drab, out of date, colors bad,

You should know it stays the same.
No individuals things ever change.
But if it's new, its in the past.
Everything goes by so fast.
Upstaged by the supporting cast.
don't ask the girlfriend to throw it away,
It'll be in fashion by next Friday,
Hoping our clothes have something say

Take it away!

Haha

The in vogue clock goes spinning round
Space age fashion lifts off the ground
Just accept the new faith
Try and look common place
Instead of looking out of place

But can't you see I'm staying still, that rich little bastards made me Ill,
Ill, Ill!

Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): CARL SMYTH, CHRIS FOREMAN, DANIEL WOODGATE, GRAHAM MCPHERSON, LEE THOMPSON, MARK BEDFORD, MICHAEL BARSON