Plan A The Libertines

There's one man left to thank
Built it with his hands
One man left to thank
He didn't need to carve it into something
Carve it into something new
Carve it into something

And there's plan A
Take a seat
Watch them play
Keep a receipt
Sharpen up and carve them into something
Carve it into something
Carve 'em into something new

Tell me what it is that you see
With your stolen eyes
And you're singing one two three
And I open up my eyes

My twin he pretends to be me
He walks abroad
He likes the broads
While I smoke and choke alone at home
Chewing on my bone
Smash big boulders into stones
Still I don't need no bit of faith
Need no human race
Though I read every review
No one's got a fucking clue