Off With Their Heads
Album - 17 ottobre 2008 - Debaser id 522690

What did you learn today,
I learned nothing
What did you do today,
I did nothing
What did you learn at school,
I didn't go-o
Why didn't you go to school,
I don't know

It's cool, to know nothing
It's cool, to know nothing

Television's on the blink,
There's nothing on it
I really wanna really big coat,
With words on it
What do you want for tea,
I want crisps
Why don't you join the team,
I just didn't

It's cool, to know nothing
It's cool, to know nothing

Take a look, take a look,
take a look at the kids on the street
No they never miss a beat,
no they never miss a beat,
never miss a beat
Never miss a beat beat, beat beat

Take a look at the kids on the street,
No they never miss a beat,
no they never miss a beat,
never miss a beat,
Never miss a, never miss a beat,
never miss a beat

Here comes the referee,
The light's flashin'
Best bit of the day,
Now that's living
Why don't you run away,
Are you kidding
What is the golden rule,
You say nothing

It's cool, to know nothing
It's cool, to know nothing

Take a look, take a look,
take a look at the kids on the street
No they never miss a beat,
no they never miss a beat,
never miss a beat
Never miss a beat beat, beat beat

Take a look at the kids on the street,
No they never miss a beat,
no they never miss a beat,
never miss a beat,
Never miss a, never miss a beat,
never miss a beat

Yesterday you lay awake on your bed
And worked out you'd done everything that you said
That you'd do before you got to this age
The lord of the bored and a slave to the beige

It's a mystery
It's a mystery
You want some history
It's a mystery

So last night you got up and out of this room
The ceiling is peeling and covered in gloom
But jaguar shoes is a place you can stare
A procession of lessons in what not to wear

It's a mystery
It's a mystery
You want history
It's a mystery

Today as you shake off the drunken debris
All that is left is the vague memory
Of down in the grout of a night on the tiles
It's hard to remember but totally worthwhile

It's a mystery
It's a mystery
You want some history
It's a mystery

It's a waste of money you have to admit
If it's a waste of money you have to have it

It's a waste of brains but hard to resist
If you wanted mystery you've blown it

It's a waste of money you have to admit
If it's a waste of money you have to have it

It's a waste of brain cells hard to resist
If you wanted history you missed it

If the girls start moving the boys will start moving
If the girls start moving the boys will join in

If the girls start moving the boys will start moving
If the girls start moving the boys will join in

If the girls start moving the boys will start moving
If the girls start moving the boys will join in

If the girls start moving the boys will start moving
If the girls start moving the boys will join in

oh oh oh-oh-oh oh oh oh

Nothing I say's so important
That it can't be shortened to fit on a badge
I wish that I could be contrite
And deliver her sound bites, but here is the catch

Everybody applauds her
From the lord to the hoards and a nation is swept
By her one to one conversations
In adult education I would tell her except

Can't say you're unattractive
But I'm out of practice at this sort of thing
It's not like I'm talking Italian
Or I wear a medallion and a sovereign ring

Great things can be expressed
In fifteen words or less and pinned onto your heart
Words just don't do it justice
The world and it's crust is still drifting apart

Can't say what I mean
Do you know when you go I get all tongue-tied
I'm the same all again back when you arrive

What a face
What a face
Can you blame me for pulling a face?
What a waste
What a face

Follow the underdog
Hold on his collar tight
This city loves a scrap
One day it's gonna fight

Sticks and stones and animal bones
Can't stop me from having a good day
On a bad day
There's good days and bad days

Making a night of it
Breaking the barriers
Drowning the sorrows
Upset the regulars

Sticks and stones and animal bones
Can't stop me from getting away with
Good days and bad days
There's good days and bad days


Sticks and stones and animal bones
Sticks and stones and animal bones
There's good days and bad days
There's good days and bad days


If you had a different attitude
Instead of taking taking to
You have missed an opportunity
And that's a really big mistake
If you had a different attitude
You'd still have good days and bad days

Woahhhh
Yeahhhhh
Woahhhh

Getting married in the morning
It's hardly peaches and cream
We haven't got a lot in common
Except the daily routine
Nothing on the Television
Just the dust on the screen
So, come on lets get together
Why don't we join a team?

You might as well face it you're addicted to drugs
You might as well face it your addicted...
You might as well face it you're addicted to drugs
You might as well face it your addicted...

Woahhhh
Yeahhhhh
Woahhhh

Greatest poet of the sixth form
Turned out to be a fraud
Man you got a lot of buddies
How do you remember them all?

You might as well face it you're addicted to drugs
You might as well face it you're addicted...
You might as well face it you're addicted to drugs
You might as well face it you're addicted...

You might as well face it you're addicted to drugs
You might as well face it you're addicted...
You might as well face it you're addicted to drugs
You might as well face it you're addicted...