Posh Boys

Posh boys can't play
You tried to bring us down
You tried to beat us to the ground
And you play loud
But you got nothing to say
See I really only have one thing to say
Posh boys can't play
You have your eyes on our prize
See lots of really silly little daft little rock n roll lies
Flash before your eyes
You can try to break us
But you'll only make us
Our heads are screwed on far too fucking tight - (oh so very tight)
Spent the night in prison only for the reason
Can anyone tell me what I am about to say?
Posh boys can't play
You got nothing to say
(skin up again)
No one is coming to your show
(hair cut again)
Someone has pipped you to the post
(Dee club again)
Here's something that you told yourself
"I'll have a Brit award standing really pretty with a shine on my bedroom shelf"
You can try to break us
But you'll only make us
Our heads are screwed on too far too fucking tight - (oh so very tight)
Spent the night in prison only for the reason
Can anyone tell me what I am about to say?
Posh boys can't play
You got nothing to say
(skin up again)
No one is coming to your show
(hair cut again)
Someone has pipped you to the post
(Dee club again)
Posh boys can't play
You got nothing to say
(skin up again)
No one is coming to your show
(hair cut again)
Someone has pipped you to the post
(Dee club again)