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new song

It's called "Meteorites", it takes the piss out of every musician in the world ever (if you happen to be a big pop fan, you should probably avoid) and Pooka and I seem to like it. :)

Meteorites
We're kids, so you'd assume
We're stuck in some bedroom
With hairbrushes for microphones
But though no-one knows our name
We're a band looking for fame
We dream of being Rolling Stones

Now I'm full of ambition so you'll see me
Make an arse of myself on Fame Academy
I'm about as good as Becke from PTMY
But I'll perform so well that I'm sure I'll fly
I thought I'd go nowhere so I got my bags packed
But I'm the winner with a record contract
So fuck you One True Voice and Gareth Gates
You're yesterday's news, I've taken your place

You love us, you hate us
Now we are everything to you
Big Brother, invade us
You follow everything we do
Star shining, star fading
Judge me on my star rating
We are on top of your world
Here come the meteorites

The whole world thinks we suck
So we'll switch from pop to rock
And be good mates with Avril Lavigne
We were just being dumb farts
But now we've topped the charts
Number One in this music machine

Now we went to Browns club and we met Fred Durst
He said we should have tried to make friends first
So while Justin fucks Christina we'll see Miss Spears
And help our mate Fred spit in all her Carling beers
Our next shitty single, well it wasn't Number One
But it ended up in movies like some Smash Mouth song
We're not A-list, we're B-list, fallen down the ladder
Like anorexic Silverchair, we'll just go madder

You love us, you hate us
Now we are everything to you
Big Brother, invade us
You follow everything we do
Star shining, star fading
Judge me on my star rating
We are on top of your world
Here come the meteorites

But now you've had a look at our star secrets book
And you've turned to the very last page
We've stopped having fun and we've become Sum 41
Will someone please kick us off the stage
Does my ass look infected?

We're like that Hear'Say shit
So on "friendly terms" we split
But we hate each other, that's the truth
Now like a single Spice Girl lass
Or that ex-James bloke Kulas
Who will never make it without Tim Booth

You love us, you hate us
Now we are everything to you
Big Brother, invade us
You follow everything we do
Star shining, star fading
Judge me on my star rating
We are on top of your world
Here come the meteorites

m.a. x

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