Inglorious

[Verse 1] Someone up there really likes me They've given me the sight of ninety They've given me the strength of wonder To get out of the shit (I'm under) Tuned the sense of fact or fiction Cram the truth like an addiction Face to face with muso zeros Hide they shyly 'hind their ego [Pre-Chorus] (Stop and wait, stop and wait, stop and wait, stop and wait) We could be anywhere, but you choose and bear All the traits (of) the past (so) you act (like) you never take a shit (Fuck) it up, (shake) it down (so) you feel in deep? In need? [Chorus] Inglorious, well take a back stance Shake your face and buckle your pants Wake and see, you're young and free and boring us Inglorious, twenty month lease Anger fuelled on the justice of peers Don't cry pain, you’ll make no change, it's obvious Inglorious [Verse 2] Making a name from constant bitching Selling fame? Your public's listening Remember when you loved your rock stars? Were they just as weak (As you are?) Someone out there buys your vision Carries on your blank tradition Weaker men find weaker heroes A weaker generation follows [Pre-Chorus] (Stop and wait, stop and wait, stop and wait, stop and wait) We could be anywhere, where the future shares Something fair, (some)thing good (Some)thing better (than) the eighties ever set (Not) for cash, (that) will come when the work is done, intrigued? [Chorus] Inglorious, well take a back stance Shake your face and buckle your pants Wake and see, you're young and free and boring us Inglorious, so make a few steps Scare the wind out of A&R reps Sex and sin with songs that sting in all of us Inglorious [Post-Chorus] Go! [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] Sell it all in an image, cute and sweet All the girls wanna mother you to sleep Still I can hear your bullshit Still I can hear it all... all... all Who will catch you when you fall? Pose [Pre-Chorus] (Stop and wait, stop and wait, stop and wait, stop and wait) You could be anywhere, but you choose and bear So you quit, (not) the first, (not) the last (There've) been losers in the past (You) exist (in) an ever-growing list of dead, inbred [Chorus] Inglorious, well take a back stance Take your place and buckle your pants Wake and see, you're young and free and boring us Inglorious, well maybe it's you? Music's all that'll ever get through People tire so quickly of the glamorous Inglorious Inglorious