Exhibition Park

Tears like these are weeping trees that shade us from our youthful years,

Taught me to cry and how to lie, drowned it all in blood and tears,

Set my adolescence out in pubs and clubs, lets twist and shout,

It's time to go, oh no.

16 today, smoke in the hay, I'm wasted and my throat it dry,

Sweat together, hate each other, but all the time it feels so nice,

Armani kids are rich again, the rest of us just spit at them,

It always seems so unfair.

I'm doing this for myself, I don't even care what they say tomorrow,

Who cares if they don't like us or even talk about us in any way,

I'm doing this for myself.

And your reputation's in a state, apply for it and triplicate,

Make me smile for all times sake, your reputation's still at stake,

Caught outside the pub at night, it's funny and it serves you right,

So well, oh hell.

I'm doing this for myself, I don't even care what they say tomorrow,

Who cares if they don't hate me, we've got much closer lately,

Doing this for myself, yeah yeah.

I'm doing this for myself, I don't even care what they say tomorrow,

Who cares if they don't like us or even talk about us in any way,

I'm doing this for myself.