Texty: Lostprophets. For He's A Jolly Good Felon.

Simon, don't stop with all the lying.
Cause we know where you from,
You get along by taking things that don't belong to you,
So Can You feel it?
Oh when you steel it!
All that adrenalin, lying in sin
And you can sell it off for half the price!
Oh, What would your mother say?

We take to get along!
We're holding on, We're holding on!
And all these estates we're in.
Everyone singing!

Mikey, Where did you got that nikes?
Cause i know you ain't got, The notes to drop,
Left alone you'd take the fucking lot!
Not succeding, Nothing to beleive in!
Cause it will all go wrong, Everything's gone,
Now your future is on a roll of a dice...
And that's the price that you pay!

We take to get along,
We're holding on,
We're holding on!
And all these estates we're on.
Everyone is singing!
We don't need anyone,
We're holding on,
We're holding on!
All the police are wrong!
So we're still singing!

Seven days a week,
Patrolling all these streets...
I try to stop, But I can't help it...
I know you call me weak,
My future is oblique,
I take to get along,
Cause I still need it...

We take to get along,
We're holding on,
We're holding on!
And all these estates we're on.
Everyone is singing!
We take to get along,
We're holding on,
We're holding on!
And all these estates we're on.
Everyone is singing!
We don't need anyone,
We're holding on,
We're holding on!
We don't need anyone,
Everyone is singing!