For He's A Jolly Good Felon de Lostprophets

Simon, don't stop with all the lying
'Cause we know where your from
You get along by taking things that don't belong to you
So can you feel it?
Oh when you steel it!
All that adrenalin, living in sin
And you can sell it off for half the price!
Oh what would your mother say?

We take to get along
We're holding on, we're holding on
And all these estates we're on
Everyone's singing!

Mikey, oh where'd you get those Nikes?
'Cause I know you ain't got, the notes to drop
Left alone you'd take the fucking lot!
Not succeding, nothing to believe in
Cause it will all go wrong, everything's gone
Now your future is on the roll of a dice
And that's the price that you pay!

We take to get along
We're holding on, we're holding on
And all these estates we're on
Everyone's singing!
We don't need anyone!
We're holding on, we're holding on
All the police are wrong
So we're still singing

7 Days a week, patrolling all these streets
I try to stop, but I can't help it
I know you call me weak, my future is oblique
I take to get along, cause I still need it

We take to get along
We're holding on, we're holding on
And all these estates we're on
Everyone's still singing!
We take to get along
We're holding on, we're holding on
And all these estates we're on
Everyone's singing!

We don't need anyone!
We're holding on, we're holding on!
We don't need anyone!
Everyone's singing
We don't need anyone!
We're holding on, we're holding on!
We don't need anyone!