Gareth brown says

Gareth brown says Lyrics

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