|Vocals, Acoustic Guitar:||Frank Turner|
|Drums, Organ:||Nigel Powell|
|Electric Guitar, Harmonica:||Ben Lloyd|
You're not as messed up as you think you are - your self-absorption makes you messier. Just settle down and you would feel a whole lot better. Deep down you're just like everybody else. She's not as pretty as she thinks she is - just picture her after she's had kids. I bet she sits at home and listens to The Smiths. Deep down she's just like everybody else.
He's not as clever as he likes to think - he's just ambitious with his arguing. He's crap at dancing, and he can't hold his drink. Deep down he's just like everybody else. I'm not as awesome as this song makes out - I'm angry, underweight and sketching out. I'm building bonfires of my vanities and doubts to get warm, just like everybody else.
Amy thinks her life is lacking in drama, so she fell for horoscopes, faith-healing and karma. She's so wrapped up in her invisible armour that she'll never grow into herself. And it's OK thinking me and all my friends are just wasters, but all the same I can still see through her airs and graces. I guess she's scared her life won't leave any traces, kind of like everyone else, and that's not the point anyways. Oh Darling, I felt compelled to call you up to say:
So why are you sat at home? You're not designed to be alone. You just got used to saying no. Because it's a lovely sunny day, and you hide yourself away. You've only got yourself to blame. Get up, get down and get outside.
Singer-songwriter Frank Turner has had an extraordinary two-years in his native England. Heralded as "The people's prince of punk poetry" by the NME, he has …