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All of your friends are cunts Your mother is a ball point pen thief Notoriety follows you Like beatings follow rain Bring on the big guitars You've got a prophets name All of your tales are lies You've never been to Alton Towers Michael Caine doesn't follow you And you've never been to Spain Bring on the go getters You've got a prophets name Gareth Brown says