A free house, a sound-system and a fridge full of beer;
I´ve known how this story ends for a good few years.
The night lays out before my eyes, there´s no new faces, no surprises.
This town is growing old with me, so I´m making a move.
Everybody round here´s been out with everybody else,
Which makes talking to girls hazardous to my health.
They´ve been in this genepool so long they´ve got wrinkled toes;
I don´t want all her exes to be people I know.
There´s millions more fish in the sea, so I´m making a move.

I´m bored of this town, bored of this scene, bored of these people, yeah.
I´m an expert at pretending that everything is OK,
But I´m just a kid and it seems as if I´ve signed my life away.
I need to get out and see what the rest of the world is about.
This toen ain´t big enough for the one of me, I´m making a move.

Every guy with long hair round here is a star,
Accorinding to his girlfriend and the way that he holds his guitar.
If anyone gets out they stick in the knife, I don´t want to get stuck here for the rest of my life.
I´m sick of these fuckers, I´m moving on.
I still want to be buried here, just like I said, but I´d prefer it if you´d wait until I´m actually dead.
It´s easy to get caught inside a town that seems to have a hive-mind,
But I´m packing up and moving on,
When I move out from my parents´ house I´m gone, yeah fuck you guys I´m gone.

This town ain´t big enough for the one of me,
So why don´t you get from in front of me?
We´re all going to move to london anyway, so I´ll see you in town.