shoot the poets

cut off your nose to spite your friends

breathing holes that will never end and

speak all you want or just pretend

cos she think she is a different class

so she sits all day by the looking glass

it doesn't talk

it doesn't last

but it's not what i've heard you know

a picture speaks a thousand words

but baby don't feel down

i left my heart in a provincial town

you sold your soul for magic beans

don't believe all you read on computer screens

these things they mean nothing to me

ripped and stained came off the track

you go there once and you don't come back

good that's what i say

but it's not what i've heard you know it

cut your losses

shoot the poets

or one day you'll come down

to find yourself in a provincial town

but it's not what i've heard you know

a picture speaks a thousand words

but baby don't feel down

i left my heart in a provincial town

yeah

but it's not what i've heard you know it

cut your losses

shoot the poets

or one day you'll come down

to find yourself in a provincial town