Heatmiser

Mic city sons seem to dumb everything down
I got wished a lot of luck
And Ill tell you what its worth now
Its a cold-blooded style
Never was worthwhile
Youre as good as they come
But youre such a f***ing trial
You went and called me up
Do you bother me on purpose
You make me feel like Im half my age
And at least twice as nervous
You go ah-ha whistling
Sweet caroline
And Ill be there to ? ?
Cos I never speak my mind
Its a miracle how