Just came on the playlist on I tunes - thought this could be a Reds song... (think he supports M Boro though) - Alistair Griffin from Fame Academy a couple of years back.... It's lost is what you're thinking, You've even started drinking, And watching TV all day long, Don't ever stop believing, Ideas that you're concieving, Can't even change the world or take it on Don't believe a word they say, You gotta make it your own way, This might be the answer to your prayers Bring it on, Bring it on, Tell your friends to come along, Raise your hands to the sound, Lose your mind and jump around, Turn it up, Turn it on, Tell the world they got it wrong, Cause my friend, It won't be long So bring it on Your boss thinks that you're lazy, You're friends all think you're crazy, Your boyfriend's left, The TV's gone, The edge is moving close now, But you're surviving somehow, If this is life then bring it on And don't believe a word they say, You gotta make it your own way, Hold on tight cause here I go again So Bring it on, Bring it on, Tell your friends to come along, Raise your hands to the sound, Lose your mind and jump around, Turn it up, Turn it on, Tell the world they got it wrong, Cause my friend, It won't be long, So bring it on, Bring it on, Tell your friends to come along, Raise your hands to the sound, Lose your mind and jump around, Turn it up, Turn it on, Tell the world they got it wrong, Cause my friend, It won't be long, So bring it on
or this This House is a Circus This house is a circus, berserk as **** We tend to see that as a perk though. Look What it's done to your friends their memories are pretend And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end This house is a circus, berserk as **** We tend to see that as a perk though. Look What it's done to your friends their memories are pretend And the last thing they want is for the feeling to end Looking for trouble and there's lovers to be had Those ones next to us are (?) such lovely lads Scaling the corridors for maidens in the maze And the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways And we’re forever unfulfilled Can’t think why Like a search for murder clues In dead man’s eyes Forever unfulfilled And can’t think why Like a search for murder clues In dead man’s eyes The more you open your mouth The more you're forcing performance All the attention is leading me to feel important (completely obnoxious) Now that we're here, we may as well go too far Wriggling around just so that you won't forget There's certainly some venom in the looks that you collect Aimlessly gazing at the blazers in the queue --------------Most certainly wrong Struggling with the notion that it's life not film
