Shoot the Poets - The Cribs

Cut off your nose to spite your friends

Breathing holes that will never end and

Speak all you want or just pretend

Cos you think she is a different class

So she sits all day by the looking glass, oh It doesn’t talk, it doesn’t last

But it’s not what I’ve heard you know

A picture speaks a thousand words

But baby don’t feel down

I left my heart in the provincial town, yeah

You sold your soul for magic beans

Don’t believe all you read on computer screens and

These things they mean nothing to me Rimpton stain came off the track

You go there once and you don’t come back, oh Good that’s what I say

But it’s not what I’ve heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets

And one day you’ll come down

To find yourself in the provincial town

But it’s not what I’ve heard you know

A picture speaks a thousand words

But baby don’t feel down

I left my heart in the provincial town, yeah

But it’s not what I’ve heard you know it Cut your losses, shoot the poets

And one day you’ll come down

Oh, to find yourself in the provincial town