Let's inherit the earth Because no one else is taking it Come on, do your worse 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 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 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 haricuts The stupid skinny jeans The stampedes and the irony The media-fed scenes 'Cause we write love songs in C 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 Come on folks and try this at home Because the only thing that punk rock should ever really mean Is not sitting round and waiting for the lights to go green And not thinking that you're better because 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 You could do much better than some Skinny half-assed English country singer 'Cause we write love songs in C 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 Come on folks and try this at home