Try This At Home

Let's inherit the earth because no one else is taking it

Come on, do your worst before the moment's passed

In bedrooms across England and all the Western world

There's posters and there's magazines but the music isn't ours

'Cause we write love songs in C, we do politics in G

We sing songs about our friends in E minor

So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars

And come on, folks and try this at home

Let's stop waiting around for someone to patronize us

Let's hammer out a sound that speaks of where we've been

Forget about the haircuts, the stupid skinny jeans

The stampedes and the irony, the media fed scenes

'Cause we write love songs in C, we do politics in G

We sing songs about our friends in E minor

So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars

And come on, folks and try this at home

Because the only thing that punk rock should ever really mean

Is not sitting 'round and waiting for the lights to go green

And not thinking that you're better 'cause you're stood up on a stage

If you're oh so fucking different then who cares what you have to say?

Because there's no such thing as rock stars

There's just people who play music

And some of them are just like us

And some of them are dicks

So quick, turn off your stereo

Pick up that pen and paper

Yeah, you could do much better

Than some skinny half-arsed English country singer

'Cause we write love songs in C, we do politics in G

We sing songs about our friends in E minor

So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars

And come on, folks and try this at home