Shake, shake, shake Loose that single gleam of hope left in your chest Gone are the days of sunshine The days of sunshine, I promise Breath taking photographs Of dreams long forgotten Your ship has sank Wrong place, wrong time Squeal once more for papa This is not about money, oh no This is a sport Hair that smells of fear and Eyes that scream, solitude Companionship is just another f**ing curse You can't buy friends like this You can't buy friends like this You can't buy friends like this Bite and scratch all you like Bite and scratch all you like Trophies of black, blue and red