Try This At Home

Let's inherit the earth, 'cause no one else is taking it Come on do your worst, before the moment's passed In bedrooms across England and all the western world There's posters and there's magazines 'cause music isn't ours. 'Cause we write love songs in C and we do politics in G We sing songs about our friends in E minor So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars And come on folks and try this at home Let's stop waiting around for someone to patronize us Let's hammer out a sound that speaks of where we've been Forget about the haircuts and stupid skinny jeans The stampings and the irony of the media philistines 'Cause we write love songs in C and we do politics in G We sing songs about our friends in E minor So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars And come on folks and try this at home Because the only thing That punk-rock should never really mean Is not sitting round And waiting for the lights to turn green And not thinking that you're better 'cause you're stood up on a stage If you're oh, so fucking different Then who cares what you have to say? 'Cause there's no such thing as rockstars There's just people who play music And some of them are just like us And some of them are dicks So, quick turn off your stereo Pick up that pen and paper Yeah, you can do much better Than some skinny half-arsed English country singer 'Cause we write love songs in C and we do politics in G We sing songs about our friends in E minor So tear down the stars now and take up your guitars And come on folks and try this at home. --- Try This at Home - Frank Turner