I'm sick of mediocrity and playing stupid games.
You're all liars, you're all fakes,
And it's more than I can take,
So pack your bags we're gonna find somwhere new.

I'm bored of getting drunk now, it's only been a year,
Kissing Indie boys in Indie clubs was never a smart idea,
University has taught me nothing, that I couldn't learn on Wikipedia,
So I'm feeling like it's nearly time to go.
Have you got heart?
Have you got soul?
Have you got anything at all?
DO you know passion?
Do you know pain?
Have you got the courage to try again?
Are you in it for the money?
Are you in it for the love?
Do you know what you're dreaming of?
'Cause the end is getting nearer every day.

Look's mean more than talent and talent's getting scarse
My friends are still starving and looking worse fo wear,
And if justice with provail, we'll go on and do it now,
'Cause I'm scared we're gonna give up the fight.

Have you got heart?
Have you got soul?
Have you got anything at all?
DO you know passion?
Do you know pain?
Have you got the courage to try again?
Are you in it for the money?
Are you in it for the love?
Do you know what you're dreaming of?
'Cause the end is getting nearer every day.

Have you got heart?
Have you got soul?
Have you got anything at all?
Have you got heart?
Have you got soul?
Have you got anything at all?
Have you got heart?
Have you got soul?
Have you got anything at all?
Have you got heart?
Have you got soul?
Have you got anything at all?...