It started in a council flat in Northern England, 1999 Two wasters on a mission Two guitars, two hits of acid, two chords And the truth To maybe one day write a single Was the extent of our ambition But that was then It's nothing to be proud of, oh Still there can be no doubt I know they're kicking me out of the band I started up 'Cause I can't stop Gonna form a supergroup side project Like Velvet Revolver, HSAS, Power Station... What a mess. Call the press. Just say: The first time I did coke It felt like shaking hands with a friend I'd known for my whole life And midnight we were snorting lines through Fifty dollar bills By sunrise we were loading rocks into gla** pipes (Damn right) The band, meanwhile, was blowing up The NME said we were "quintessential Power pop meets rock meets folk Meets punk meets alt-country But with a healthy sense of metal" You can play the part or else you settle for what you get Then I blew off a month of shows It didn't please the fans That's why they're kicking me out of the band I started up With my best mate With whom I can no longer communicate Except through the hated manager Keith, Kurt, John, Richard, Lou, and Elliott Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot They made their greatest records high If they can do it, why can't I? You're just afraid to try like you're afraid of everything You're just afraid of everything