[ Featuring Tom Whitehorse ]
Cigarette is burning like a beacon to the lost and found
Television's telling me that I should try and turn my life around
But it doesn't give me anything, no promises or guarantees
It only tells me where it all went wrong
Ooh oh oh
Hold tight, we don't have to keep it cool
Oh no, whoa oh oh
All right, it's time for tearing up the rules
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Yeah, we're tearing up the rules
Oh no, whoa oh oh
Oh yeah, we're tearing up the rules
Sick of sitting at a wishing well and wishing that it all goes well
Painted pictures of the life I want, then tried to keep them falling from the shelf
And it's my admission this condition seems to be conditioning me
To keep my head up when it all goes wrong
Ooh oh oh
Hold tight, we don't have to keep it cool
Oh no, whoa oh oh
All right, it's time for tearing up the rules
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight
Yeah, we're tearing up the rules
Oh no, whoa oh oh
Oh yeah, we're tearing up the rules
