Acres and acres of
Complete fakers
Their gestures are all so practiced
A sea of liars
All performing
Looking for their bit of credit
But i don't see anybody who
Deserves to be written up
Oh this postering
Is wearing me thin
Can i please just stop
Acres and acres
Of complete fakers
How easy it is
To get lost
Amongst
The muck
That people chuck
As you make your way to the door
But pray
One day you'll meet someone
Who isn't such a chore
To talk to
Someone you don't have to be a victim to
I don't see anybody who
Deserves to be written up
Oh this postering
Is wearing me thin
Can i please just stop