Text: Cribs (The). The New Fellas. I'm Alright.

All the meek you should rejoice
Now you've found your voice
If you can't beat them don't join them
Just post rumors on forums
And I heard that it's curtains
But I could not be certain
What's that? We're history?
Oh really, that's funny
And now, you think you're right
With your reluctance to accept us
But I know that will change
When it's cool to be an outsider

I've got problems with chancers
Like groupies with cameras
You come out like leeches
To bleed us, oh jesus
Oh yeah, and one more thing
Your tone is annoying
This city's got problems
Oh you do? Well come on

And now, you think you're right
With your reluctance to accept us
But I know that will change
When it's cool to be an outsider
And I get off my face
Cause I was always uncertain
But tonight, all that will change
I'll be a new person

Take drugs, don't eat, have contempt for those you meet
Take drugs, don't eat, have contempt for those you meet
Take drugs, don't sleep, have contempt for those you meet
Take drugs, don't sleep, have contempt for those you meet