Lives

[Verse 1]

My friend Mark

He thinks that he’s blameless

Moved to the city to try to be famous

I heard that his sex is contagious

Poor poor boy

Thank god he’s not a saviour



[Verse 2]

My friend Sarah

She’s such a flirt

Oh she’s such a gossip, She dishes the dirt

She doesn’t see her own bad behaviour

Poor poor girl

Thank god she’s not a saviour



[Chorus]

Fed up of hearing what I’m told

All of this hearsay’s getting old

Why do you care about other people’s lives

When you should care about your own?



[Verse 3]

My friend Mark

He struggles with perfection

He found love, He found his reflection

Lost his mind in his own failure

Poor poor boy

Thank god he’s not a saviour



[Verse 4]

My friend Sarah

Her body’s electric

Fell in love with being a temptress

She got older, she fell out of favour

Poor poor girl

Thank god she’s not a saviour



[Chorus]

Fed up of hearing what I’m told

All of this hearsay’s getting old

Why do you care about other people’s lives

When you should care about your own?



[Verse 5]

My friend Mark

He’s fixing his health

He needs to get better, He’s feeling unwell

Looks in the mirror and tries self persuasion

Poor poor boy

Thank god he’s not a saviour



[Final Chorus]

Fed up of hearing what I’m told

All of this bullshit’s getting old

Why do you care about other people’s lives

When you should care about your own?



[Verse 6]

My friend Sarah

She needs to break hearts

She needs to move on, She needs to kick start

Cause she found love in her own relation

Poor poor girl

Thank god she’s not a saviour