Kicking Me Out of the Band

It started in a council flat in
Northern England, 1999
Two wasters on a mission
Two guitars, two hits of acid, two chords
And the truth
To maybe one day write a single
Was the extent of our ambition
But that was then
It's nothing to be proud of, oh
Still there can be no doubt
I know they’re kicking me out of the band
I started up
'Cause I can't stop

Gonna form a supergroup side project
Like Velvet Revolver, HSAS, The Power Station...
What a mess
Call the press
Just say: The first time I did coke
It felt like shaking hands with a friend
I’d known for my whole life
And midnight we were snorting lines through
Fifty dollar bills
By sunrise we were loading rocks into glass pipes
(Damn right)
The band, meanwhile, was blowing up
The NME said we were "quintessential
Power pop meets rock meets folk
Meets punk meets alt-country
But with a healthy sense of metal"
You can play the part or else you settle for what you get
Then I blew off a month of shows
It didn't please the fans
That's why they're kicking me out of the band
I started up
With my best mate
With whom I can no longer communicate
Except through the hated manager

Keith, Kurt, John, Richard, Lou, and Elliott
Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot
They made their greatest records high
If they can do it, why can't I?
You're just afraid to try like you’re afraid of everything
You’re just afraid of everything