[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