There are people going hungry far away They’ve got nothing on their plates And you’re filling your fat face with every different kind of cake If you ever go lardy, or go lame I will drop you straight away That’s the chance you’re gonna take For every stupid thing you say There are people going lonely, and they’ll stay Lonely far into the year Cos you’re making blinkers fashionable And fashionably you’ll say All is equal in love and war And I’m sorry, but I’ve got some things to do And you pretend to read a book You’ll never finish till the day That the author dedicates it To a century of fakers They took your mould and they burned it on the fire in history today Yeah, the author dedicates it To a century of fakers He was an anarchist, he tried his best But it wasn’t good enough Did I say I would see you soon Well I’m sorry, but I just came off my bike And my face is scarred And chance has barred me seeing you tonight I was over the other side of the city And if the truth be known I’d say That you looked great from there before you shaved Your golden hair today Everybody’s trying to make us Another century of fakers They took your mould and burned it on the fire of history today Everybody’s trying to make us Another cool decade of fakers Everybody’s trying to make us Another century of fakers