Tribe

You are my tribe I am your saint Noone gives a fuck about us, no complaints We are the same We are apart Booth of us united by our heavy hearts No, no one ever gave a fuck about me And then you came along And then you came along A tattooed face A picture frame I hope for something different, but I can't complain You are my tribe I am your saint No one gives a fuck about us, no complaints And no one ever gave a fuck about me And then you came along And then you came along No, no one ever gave a fuck about me And then you came along And then you came along When I'm alone You picture me Like I'm still a boy back there in Haywards Heath And when you're alone I picture you You wouldn't believe the depths that I've sunk to And no one ever gave a fuck about me And then you came along And then you came along And no one ever gave a fuck about me And then you came along And then you came along No, no one ever gave a fuck about me And then you came along And then you came along