Andy: “Bit sad that I didn't quite finish this up for Wasp Star as the lyrics are rather autobiographical. ‘Hey you skinny freak, what makes you a star?’ being asked of me by the school sports favourite. You know, one of those top jocks who never amount to anything in real life. I despise the wilfully stupid who try to drag me down to their level. No more boring doughnuts.”
Hey, short back and sides, just whose side you on?
Which team did you pick now the whistle's gone?
We are the bland leading the bland,
leading the lame to dance the steps of dead men
Bland leading the deaf,
leading the dumb to sing the songs of white bread
Bland leading the bland leading the bland
Hey you skinny freak, what makes you a star?
Can't you be like us, much less fuss by far?
We are the bland leading the blonde,
leading the vacuous in vicious circles
Blend in with the bland leading the band
to play the tunes of grey backed jerks,
leading the jokes who poke the jam
inside our boring doughnuts and you know we can't complain, oh no
But if we did complain we might find in our freed up brains,
the mains plug for the power to make things better
But if we don't complain it means that we accept the chains,
and I want to rise, yeah I want to rise
I want to rise, yeah I want to rise above the...
bland leading the blonde...
and you know we can't complain, and you know we can't complain
That's why things will stay the same