Kicking Me Out Of The Band Songtext
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Started in a council flat in northern England 1999
Two wasters on a mission
Two guitars two hits of acid two chords and the truth
to maybe one day write a single
was the extent of our ambition
But that was then
It's nothing to be proud of
Still there can be no doubt
I know they're kicking me out of the band I started up
Two wasters on a mission
Two guitars two hits of acid two chords and the truth
to maybe one day write a single
was the extent of our ambition
But that was then
It's nothing to be proud of
Still there can be no doubt
I know they're kicking me out of the band I started up
'Cause I cant stop
Gonna form a supergroup side project
Like Velvet Revolver
HSAS
the Power Station
What a mess, call the press
Just say the first time I did coke it felt like shaking hands
with a friend I'd know for my whole life
At midnight we were snorting lines through fifty dollar bills
By sunrise we were loading rocks into glass pipes
Damn right
The band meanwhile was blowing up
The NME said we were "quintessential power pop
meets rock meets folk meets punk meets alt-country
but with a healthy sense of metal"
You play the part or else you settle for what you get
The I blew off a month of shows
It didn't please the fans
That's why they're kicking me out of the band I started up
with my best mate
with whom I can no longer communicate
except through the hated manager
Keith, Kurt, John, Richard, Lou, and Elliott
Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot
They made their greatest records high
If they can do it why can't I
You're just afraid to try
Like you're afraid of everything
You're just afraid of everything
Gonna form a supergroup side project
Like Velvet Revolver
HSAS
the Power Station
What a mess, call the press
Just say the first time I did coke it felt like shaking hands
with a friend I'd know for my whole life
At midnight we were snorting lines through fifty dollar bills
By sunrise we were loading rocks into glass pipes
Damn right
The band meanwhile was blowing up
The NME said we were "quintessential power pop
meets rock meets folk meets punk meets alt-country
but with a healthy sense of metal"
You play the part or else you settle for what you get
The I blew off a month of shows
It didn't please the fans
That's why they're kicking me out of the band I started up
with my best mate
with whom I can no longer communicate
except through the hated manager
Keith, Kurt, John, Richard, Lou, and Elliott
Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot
They made their greatest records high
If they can do it why can't I
You're just afraid to try
Like you're afraid of everything
You're just afraid of everything
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