The Followers Lyrics

On a wet day in Whetstone, I made for my intentions a bee-line.
But I bumped into Ruth and we wasted our youth before tea-time.
My hair was a mess, but my dreams were immaculate.
My life was a mess, but my shades were immaculate.

You're in full sail on high tides, while I'm coasting down backwaters.
You're in full sail on high tides, while I'm drowning down backwaters.
My face pressed against frosted windows of Real Life,
My face pressed against frosted windows of Any Life.

I met a politician with a very strange concept of shame,
And on the way back we had casual sex on the train.
He said, "optimism can be a fashion accessory, optimism SHOULD be a fashion accessory...
If necessary. You've seen that my past is remarkably clean,
But marks out of ten will be given by men who will kick you, over and over again."

When the revolution comes I'll be twiddling my thumbs, you can bet.
When the revolution comes I'll be living at my mum's, don't forget, don't forget!
O dreadlocks and DMs... well, you could try harder.
Dreadlocks and DMs? Well you could... PLAY HARDER -
You should play harder - you should play harder to get.