Do What You're Told To - Graham Coxon

Living with your battered head in a can

Hearing all the voices of a mean old man

Illness and aggression knocking at your door

Gonna nail your body to the bathroom floor

Dying in the river of your teenage plan

Giving all your beauty to the yeah yeah man

Tell you what you want are the things you need know no more

Gonna show you what your brains are really for

Even though you’re pretty you’re looking pretty shitty

Even though you’re pretty you’re looking pretty shitty

You’re lying and you’re dying and you scream and shout

But you can never seem to get the sickness out

The madness and the sadness and the suicide

Breaking up the places where you run and hide

You’re smelling and you’re selling your last pair of shoes

To keep beside the madness of a glass of booze

Oddness and aggression gonna kill you dead

You made yourself a coffin out of your own bed

Even though you’re pretty you’re looking pretty shitty

Even though you’re pretty you’re looking pretty shitty

Why don’t you do what you’re sold to?

Even though you’re pretty you’re looking pretty shitty

Even though you’re pretty you’re looking pretty shitty

Why don’t you do what you’re sold to?

Living with your battered head in a can

Hearing all the voices of a mean old man

Illness and aggression knocking at your door

Gonna nail your body to the bathroom floor

Even though you’re pretty you’re looking pretty shitty

Even though you’re pretty you’re looking pretty shitty

Why don’t you do what you’re sold to?