Let's inherit the earth cause no one else is taking it
Come on, do your worst before the moment’s passed
In bedrooms across England and all the Western world
There's posters and there's magazines but the music isn’t ours

Cause we write love songs in C and we do politics in G
We sing songs about our friends in E minor
So, tear down the stars, now, and take up your guitars
And come on, folks and try this at home

Let's stop waiting around for someone to patronize us
Let's hammer out a sound that speaks of where we've been
Forget about the haircuts and the stupid skinny jeans
The stampedes and the irony and the media-fed scenes

Cause we write love songs in C and we do politics in G
We sing songs about our friends in E minor
So, tear down the stars, now, and take up your guitars
And come on, folks and try this at home

Because the only thing that punk rock should ever really mean
Is not sitting around and waiting for the lights to go green
And not thinking that you're better cause you're stood up on a stage
If you're, oh, so fucking different, then who cares what you have to say?
Because there's no such thing as rock stars, there’s just people who play music
And some of them are just like us and some of them are dicks
So, quick, turn off your stereo, pick up that pen and paper
Yeah, you could do much better than some skinny, half-arsed, English country singer
Cause we write love songs in C and we do politics in G
We sing songs about our friends in E minor
So, tear down the stars, now, and take up your guitars
And come on, folks and try this at home