I bet you twenty pounds
If you knew ten years ago how pretty you'd turn out
Then you'd have never have gotten your ears pierced
But I never got my ears pierced and look how I turned out
And the last time that you tried listening to music
And reading fiction at the same time
You never finished the chapter, but you finished the song
With your chin on your knees like you belong
And I never cared about Paul Keegan
Hold On Now, Youngster never meant anything to me
But the International Tweexcore Underground, will save us all
Getting your laptop fixed by a professional doesn't make me a pawn
And stomping harder on your FX pedal
Won't make you feel any better any more
Oh you said, "We've gotta bite the hand that feeds"
But I was sucking seductively
On the fingertips of a civil servant, said
"How're you gonna bring the state down
When you're propping it up?"
With daytime radio, and skimmed milk and soppy bows
Just 'cause you're scared to be alone
And I always thought that romance was boring
Wichita Records never meant anything to me
But the International Tweexcore Underground, will save us all
Ooh, this city is run by fucking pigs
And though you say you're my friend, you're not, you're one of them
Don't ever forget about R N Taylor
Gareth and Kim never meant anything to me
But the International Tweexcore Underground, will save us all
(Thank you Los Campesinos! for inspiring us to dance
Inspiring us to write, and inspiring us to listen
Thank you for reminding us that at the end of the day
It doesn't really matter what you create
What's important, what really makes the difference
Is loving the people you're creating with. Thank you)