John Lennon eat your heart out
Just the usual working class lad
Not yet upto anything dodgy or bad
Just admiring Sir Fray and Master Brown
Hoping one day to wear their shiny little crown
John Lennon eat your heart out
Is the dream your keep thinking about?
You know you want to be the frontman
The guy with the driving ban and the masterplan
The arrogant little fucker with the designer shoes
But always in the paper for handling class A & the booze
Your songs may be different but they all make the same sense
Someone else has already sold the ep for a few pence
You think your best mates
Cause you go his school and taught by his teachers
Or know his babysitter and his ex
But you will always be one of the thousands unknown little preachers
You know you want to be the frontman
The guy with the the driving ban and the masterplan
The arrogant little fucker with the designer shoes
But always in the paper for not handling class A & the booze
You think you can gloat, when wear you silly green coat
You think your playing the Salford lads club
Your just playing a small deserted bar
You think your hard coughing up blood
When your not even the shining star
Ten years ago your best hit was in the top 40
That track no longer seems new or naughty
You think you can gloat, when wear you silly green coat
You think your playing the Salford lads club
Your just playing a small deserted bar
You think your hard coughing up blood
When your not even the shining star
Desires to have the style but can only shop at Primark
Doesn’t quite hit the mark
Want to have the moet and selfridges beverages , can only afford white lightning and a few Stellas
You don’t really stand out from the other fellas
Just a load of cigs on your cd cover
To mimic Turners design and hope to be discovered
Ten years ago your best hit was in the top 40
That track no longer seems new or naughty
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