Young Knives - We Are The Also Rans lyrics

My my, what a guy in long line Of high fly, blow dry, simple Simon, magic eye Oh no, he's gonna buy a Van Gogh He doesn't really like it But put your head in your hands Dah, dah, d-d-dah, dah We are the also rans We'll be your moral guidance Distance, distance, distance, distance Oh no, he's a tramp in an old band Walk though, sleep rough, k**ing with his big hands He's happy in his own kind of way But he doesn't really know it But put your head in your hands Dah, dah, d-d-dah, dah We are the also rans We'll be your moral guidance Distance, distance, distance, distance Leave, leave, with your fears and your pet hates Down south, big mouth, evening with your work mates At nine we're gonna see The Young Knives Nobody really likes them But put your head in the sand Dah, dah, d-d-dah, dah We are the also rans We'll be your guardian angels Distance