The track was written while dozing off in the wardrobe of the hotel, where I've been employed as a bellboy. Hence the cover art. Also a reference to The Who's track. lyrics This city's full of funny trends And every bellboy has a band He says he's going for the stars His faith's already gone.
You know he knows he's reached the end It's not the song for one last stand I don't sing anything like that...
Don't scratch the surface of the boys, However hip their sneakers are, There's only ignorance and hate, That makes'em intergrate.
We've got the looks, we've got the style We hope this equals barbed wire Are you afraid to face your ghosts? 'Cos they are all we've got.
You play it cool, walk on your ice The void's just swallowed all your dice But you don't know it yet...
Don't scratch the surface of the boys, However hip their sneakers are, There's only ignorance and hate, That makes'em intergrate.
You never know what's in store for you Just live it out Keep breathing Hanging on...
This city's full of funny trends And every bellboy has a band He says he's going for the stars His faith's already gone.
You know he knows he's reached the end It's not the song for one last stand I don't sing anything like that... I don't sing anything like that... I don't sing anything like that... credits