Posh Boys - The View

You tried to bring us down

You tried to beat us to the ground

You play loud

But you have nothing to say

Posh boy’s can’t play

You have your eyes on our prize

Lots of really silly little daft little rock 'n' roll lies

Flash before your eyes

You have nothing to say (skin up again)

No one is coming to your show (hair cut again)

Someone has pipped you to the post (Dee club again)

You can try to break us

But you’ll only make us

Our heads are screwed on far too fucking tight — (oh so very tight)

Spent the night in prison only for the reason

Can anyone tell me what I am about to say

Posh boys can’t play

Here’s some things that you told yourself

I’ll have a brit award standing very pretty with a shine

On your bedroom shelf