There's nothing to do Cos I'm not as literate as you I don't say the things you do There's nothing to see Because you're just the same as me Without the dignity Because you think that you're bleeding gold And it caused the revolution to grow But when you get in on your own You'll realise you did nothing at all There's no point in going tit for tat I can see no ovation in your final act And now you've grown to turning your back As a matter of fact You must get sore From all that rolling around the floor Trying to start a war Well there is just one thing You always say the exact same thing You always say the exact same thing Because you think that you're bleeding gold But now your revolution has stalled And you've got in on your own And realised you did nothing at all There's no point in going tit for tat I can see no ovation in your final act And now you've grown to turning your back As a matter of fact There's no point in going tit for tat I can see no ovation in your final act And now you've grown to turning your back As a matter of fact