The Libertines

I've got a little secret for ya
Even now there's something to be proud about
You come up the hard way
They remind you every day
You're nothing
Oh my words in your mouth are mumbled all about
You're like a tabloid journalist
The way you cut and paste and twist
You're awful
Go and tell it to your king
Tell him everything
Tell him you know how I feel
Tell him you know how i feel
At the palace gates
When I'm all levered of my face
And I can work out what it's not about