text: Shall I keep rolling?
  Well, oh, they might wear classic Reeboks
  Or knackered Converse, or tracky bottoms tucked in socks
  But all of thats what the point is not
  The points that there int no romance around there
  And theres the truth that they cant see
  Theyd probably like to throw a punch at me
  And if you could only see em then you would agree
  Agree that there int no romance around there
  You know? Oh, its a funny thing, you know
  Well tell em if you like, well tell em all tonight
  Theyll never listen, because their minds are made up
  And course its all okay to carry on that way
  Cause over there theres broken bones
  Theres only music so that theres new ringtones
  And it dunt take no Sherlock Holmes
  To see its a little different around here
  Dont get me wrong though, theres boys in bands
  And kids who like to scrap with pool cues in their hands
  And just cause hes had a couple of cans
  He thinks its all right to act like a dickhead
  Dont you know? Oh, its a funny thing, you know
  Well tell em if you like, well tell em all tonight
  Theyll never listen, because their minds are made up
  And course its all okay to carry on that way
  But I said no, oh no
  Well, you wont get me to go
  Not anywhere, not anywhere
  No, I wont go
  Oh, no, no
  But over there, theres friends of mine
  What can I say? Ive known em for a long long time
  And they might overstep the line
  But you just cannot get angry in the same way
  No, not in the same way
  Said, not in the same way
  Oh no, oh no, no