For My Mates

Verse 1

He said, *"I only liked the second verse,"*

Like he'd discovered something worse

Than a melody you hum all day

Or a song that makes you wanna get away

He said, *"Your chords are rather obvious,"*

I said, *"Good God, what's wrong with this?"*

I don't need a thesis on the things I play

From someone who learned to sneer at yesterday

Pre-Chorus

You can keep your little notebook

And your miserable review

I've got a pint, I've got my mates

And I've got better things to do

Chorus

I don't make music for you, my love

I don't make music for you

I make it for the mates down the pub

Who've got nothing better to prove

We sing it loud, we sing it wrong

We don't care if it's too long

If you're grateful just to be alive

Then this one's for you tonight

Verse 2

You like suburban misery

Wrapped up in experimental poetry

Seven minutes with no bloody tune

And everyone's supposed to call it profound

You like country music, well you're not a cowboy

"I like the texture here..."

Oh, congratulations, what a breakthrough

If your favourite part needs explaining

Maybe your favourite part isn't worth saving

Pre-Chorus

You can tell me what it represents

You can tell me what it means

But I'd rather hear a thousand voices

Singing louder than your theories

Chorus

I don't make music for you, my love

I don't make music for you

I make it for the mates down the pub

Who've got nothing better to prove

We sing it loud, we sing it wrong

We don't care if it's too long

If you're grateful just to be alive

Then this one's for you tonight

Bridge

I've never understood the glamour

Of being miserable for art

If you've got a roof above your head

Why make sadness your entire heart?

You can climb your little mountain

Of references and self-regard

I'll be halfway up the real one

With a guitar and a stolen car

Final Chorus

I don't make music for you, my love

I don't make music for you

I make it for the mates down the pub

Who've got nothing better to prove

Come on, everybody, sing along

You don't have to get it wrong

If you're grateful just to be alive

Then this one's yours tonight

Outro

Yeah, this one's yours tonight

For the ones who still go out

For the ones who sing too loud

For the ones who don't need to explain

Why being alive is reason enough

To make alot of noise again