Track bySkunk Anansie
Save me from critical acclaim Save my smile it's too cracked from fame Wish me well with my fantasy Feel my arrogance with your sanity Wash me oh so painfully clean Dissect my words with a fist full of your dreams Build me up and strike me down, please Sign my name, sign my name It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I'm still, just a cliché It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I'm still, just a cliché Just a cliché, just a cliché Just a cliché, just a cliché Colour my views in red, white and blue I'm wide awake now, wide awake now I kiss you, I kiss you, but I'm falling down And all my friends they're crowding around They're crowding around looking down to see And all they can see is me, me, me So blow me away now, with your screwed up mind There's nothing left now, for you to find It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I'm still, just a cliché It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I'm still, just a cliché Just a cliché, just a cliché Just a cliché, cliché I see you, you see me And who the hell am I supposed to be I don't care now but I know that I should Wasting away like you knew I would It takes blood and guts to be this way But I'm still, still It takes blood and guts to be this way But I'm still, still It takes blood and guts to be this way But I'm still, still It takes blood and guts to be this way But I'm still, just a cliché Just a cliché, just a cliché Just a cliché, just a cliché Just a cliché, just a cliché