so now we've done and departed
another sad case of the broken hearted
you accused me of lying and cheating
and eventually you just got on my nerves
you had to always be crying and 
but now we're over I 


you stole rock and roll
and mould us into something dull
somehow horns have becme rare
am I only the only one left who cares?
from ska to ska-core
the best from east to west's shore

a whole range of music doesn't get the airplay
the next new thing is always what we hear
boybands and girlbands are the front
and chart-shows are all part of the stunt
nothing's really new anymore
when will we hear wave four?

it's all about street cred
and you'd better watch on who you tred
'cuz you don't belong if you don't have the passion
there's no room for those who just want to cash in
and they can't play nor sing
but who cares in this world of promoting

I would say it's the radio's fault
but they only play what you want to hear
so there's no one left to blame
but you, my dear

I live on this street, where no-one ever meets
except in church, we're religious apparently
but it's just an excuse to carry on rampantly

my feet are too small
and I'm not too tall
my shins feel like they'll give way
I guess I've just had my day

I thought I loved you more than I could possibly imagine
but you gave me that cold that you've been having