Original subtitles

The man who sets the detonators is called Terry.

He's suspicious as hell.

Stay close to your dad,

and listen out for the mention of someone called Lemongrass.

If I'm caught, I'm dead.

You've taken part in an operation as part of an active service unit.

You have obligations to other members of that unit.

A day dawns when you know you can't go on like this.

Why don't we make that day today?

Dante, are you also a virgin?

I don't know. How can you not know?

Well, I'd have to take into consideration previous lives.

A deal? With the Ra?

They will use you for their own purposes

and then they will put you under a motorway.

You have an informant in Coventry.

I know who he is.

You're in this now. There's no getting out.

Get on the ground! Armed police! Get on the ground! Get in!

How difficult is it to learn the drums?

We need a drummer. Drummers are easy to find.

What we really need is someone who knows the record business.

Hello, Jeff, it's Fiona.

Somebody dropped off a tape I think you should listen to.

Heaven or hell.

Arrrgh!

I don't care.

Let it come.

BIRDS CHIRP

♪ I watch the birds taking off

♪ I think about you

♪ I watch the clouds open up

♪ I think about you

♪ I watch traffic in the rain

♪ People waiting for the train

♪ The lights above the shops And everything says your name

♪ You make me see

♪ Beautiful things

♪ And I can see them

♪ Everywhere. ♪

BIRDS CHIRP, INDISTINCT CHATTER

DOOR OPENS

You waiting for me?

Jeannie...

...apart from in previous lives, I am a virgin

and I've decided if I want to write songs about love and women,

I can't carry on being one.

So therefore... So therefore, what?

You know lots of girls.

And you yourself are a girl.

And I thought there are two possibilities.

Either me, or one of the lots of girls?

Yes.

Do you have a preference, Dante?

Yes, Fiona. But I don't think that's possible.

Bye, Dante.

MUSIC: Heart of Glass by Blondie

♪ Once I had a love and it was a gas

♪ Soon turned out had a heart of glass

♪ Seemed like the real thing, only to find

♪ Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

MUSIC FADES AND DISTORTS ♪ Once I had a love... ♪ DOOR OPENS

♪ Soon found out I was losing my mind... ♪

Hello, this is Dante.

Look, apart from in previous lives, I am a virgin

and I have decided if I want to write songs about love and women,

I can't carry on being one.

My first choice is impossible and my second choice said no.

You were my third choice.

♪ You make me see

♪ Beautiful things

♪ And I can see them everywhere

♪ You make me feel beautiful things... ♪

The songs are all written by the same person.

He's sort of like a genius.

SONG CONTINUES

KETTLE WHISTLES

THUMPING MUSIC AND INDISTINCT TALKING IN BACKGROUND

TAPPING

HE BREATHES DEEPLY

MUSIC DISTORTS AND GROWS LOUDER

Is the tea boy staying?

My son took a beating from the Branch and never uttered a word.

OK. I'll put it to a vote.

Can I see a show of hands?

Those in favour.

Those against.

Motion carried.

So, let's begin with the business of the day.

Come on.

We need to talk about London.

I've had some correspondence from our friends in Kilburn.

Before we get into that, we might have an issue.

Intelligence has come down to us from Birmingham

about an individual called Lemongrass.

♪ You make me see beautiful things

♪ And I can see them everywhere

♪ You make me feel

♪ Beautiful things... ♪ BUZZES REPEATEDLY

♪ And I can feel them everywhere. ♪

What do you think?

Jeff?!

What do you think of the song?

Not bad.

But too nice.

They are in need of a genuinely bad person.

DOOR SLAMS

You're sure about this, Dante?

So, Dante.

You want to lose your virginity?

♪ Ba! ♪ ECHOES

Dante, you said you required a particular service?

I remember my brother saying you know people

who will have sex for money.

HE SCOFFS

Does your brother know you've come here?

When does this place open?

One week.

♪ Money in my pocket but I just can't get no love. ♪

Actually, Dante, if you've got money in your pocket, you can!

HE CHUCKLES

It's a bit early in the day.

But there's a place you can go.

She does mornings and she does beginners.

OK.

We'll book this place for our band for opening night.

Opening night's taken.

Red carpet.

UB40 top of the bill.

OK, the night after. Dante, do you want to lose your virginity or not?

Yeah.

So I made the call.

She'll be ready in half an hour.

I have no idea how this is going to go.

Worst thing that can happen is nothing happens.

Want a drink?

I don't drink.

You can't do this alone, Dante.

You walk in there alone, you get nervous.

Nothing will happen.

My dad says it's like

you put a thief in your mouth to steal your brains away.

OK.

Even better idea. KEYS JANGLE

I've got something here that's really going to relax you.

Pop one of these and all your nerves will disappear.

It will help you perform at your best.

Put a thief in your mouth to steal your brains

Put your brain on a train on a track

Through your veins Off the rails, reason fails

Carriage burning, penis yearning

Trapped in the wrecks To the rescue comes...

...sex.

DISTORTED MUSIC

DISTORTED LAUGHTER

The virgin steps in to the original sin

She's the witch on your broom in the golden afternoon

And the pleasure spills and drowns your will

You have no choices Just to obey the voices

When you think you can't take it Too much will break it

To the rescue, comes sex.

ECHOING: You're so sweet.

Dragged by drugs across inner-city rugs

To the well of damnation My final station

Step off the train Out into the rain

Feel the pain and say...

I'd quite like to do that again.

So this is the big new everything.

DISTORTED ECHOING LAUGHTER

DISTORTED MUSIC

CHILDREN GIGGLE

Faster, faster!

Right, get lost, you two.

I smell rum.

You don't drink.

I also smell dope.

Jeannie, can I have some of your drink?

SLURPS AND GULPS

Nothing anybody said was an exaggeration.

Said about what?

About everything.

Except what they taught us at school made it all seem normal.

Which it isn't.

Sex is like me.

The whole thing is mad as fuck.

You've had sex?

Yes.

Have you got any more?

No. Who have you had sex with?

I have no idea. OK.

Where did you have sex?

I don't know.

Other than rum and dope, what did you take?

Some pills Wire gave me.

Oh, fuck. Seriously, Jeannie.

I've found something as ridiculous as me.

Did Wire arrange the arrangement?

What arrangement? Oh, the sex?

Yeah. He did.

Did you wear protection? Jeannie,

the song that's going to come out of this is going to be insane.

Also, Jeannie, the other thing I've decided is

we really need a drummer.

But I don't think Fiona would be any good

because she's from Sutton Coldfield.

Dante! Have you even heard of VD?

Also... I've thought of a name for the band.

Ready?

Big...

...New...

...Everything.

The Big New Everything.

Today it all made sense.

The stuff that comes to me,

it's like I had a way of... making it make sense.

What were these pills Wire gave to you?

Not sure...

Think he said it was called Whizz.

Dante, let's go.

Where's your hat?

Ah, fuck.

Wire will know.

Dante, don't go back!

Dante, do not go back!

If you go back,

you will keep going back!

Expenses.

For you and the boy.

All me and the boy want is to be set free.

The reason I instructed you to introduce the idea

of an informant to our friends in Sparkhill

was to activate their security procedures.

To force them to make changes to existing operations

in case those operations had already been compromised.

I know.

I spent time with the Hereford boys in Armagh.

Well...

...our little ruse worked.

I'm not asking the boy to wear a wire ever again.

Next time, he'll break.

Next time won't be his first time.

On the tape, the man, Terry, talks about making changes

to the "Kensington thing". And the woman, Mrs Porter,

discusses contacting people in Kilburn by post.

Odd that a Coventry cell is discussing a London operation.

What's going to be your definition of escape velocity?

When will me and the boy have done enough?

Having listened to the tape of the conversation

in The Gate Hangs Well pub, I'd say your mission now is to find out

what the fuck a Coventry battalion are planning to do in London.

OK, and if we do?

You can go off,

live a quiet life of petty crime and violence.

And the boy, Bardon Quinn,

can go on and become a rock star.

Branch have him under 24-hour surveillance.

We've bugged the warehouse where his band's rehearsing.

Got the tape here.

According to the boys in the Branch, they're very good.

♪ 007... ♪

DANTE SINGS ALONG ♪ 007

♪ At ocean eleven

♪ Oh, I don't know the words... ♪

You've gone back for more, haven't you?

Hmm.

I'm not shocked about the drums because Fiona told me

she was going to buy them, but, fuck... They look fucking...

They, they look like, er... somebody fat in a smart suit.

I've been playing your tape to scouts.

From their response, I think you are all worth investing in.

How hard can it be, right?

I mean, hit the fat man in the smart suit with a stick.

Dante, we hear that since we last saw you, you've changed.

BASS DRUM BANGS

She told you about the golden afternoon.

How are you feeling, Dante?

DRUMSTICKS CLATTER

I'm feeling like that.

Yeah, you look like that.

It's not just booze.

He thinks sex and drugs will make him a better songwriter.

Fuck. This is SO what you'd expect from a normal band,

and so what you wouldn't from Dante.

CYMBAL CRASHES

So...

...who IS going to play drums for us?

Fiona, you need to put up a thing in your shop.

An advert - "Fat man wanted to hit the fucking..."

You know what?

He is the perfect candidate for fucking himself up like this.

DANTE VOMITS

They say it can be hereditary.

His dad was an alcoholic.

Some people, if they start, they can't stop.

By the way, I've written this fucking amazing song.

That stuff I discovered on the golden afternoon makes it come easy.

DANTE GULPS

It's like...

...you're walking toward all these locks,

with all these keys in your hand and you just have to try them.

What's the song called, Dante? Can you remember?

I...

DRINK CAN CLATTERS ON FLOOR

Fuck.

I wrote down the words. I, er...

Um, er...

DANTE SIGHS

KEYS RATTLE

Fuck!

You can't remember the title and you've lost the words.

This stuff from the golden afternoon, what's it called?

I had them out on the bus! Dante...

...shall I take you home?

No, no. He won't want his dad to see him like this.

I'll take him to my mother's.

If anyone can talk some sense into him, she can.

HE GASPS It's called Pelicans!

The song is called Pelicans.

Because...

...even though they have shopping bags for mouths, they...

Oh, they... they look beautiful.

I saw them... on TV.

Er, when it comes back to me, I'll sing it for you.

That might not be for a while, Dante.

Hey, let's go.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES TV: This afternoon,

workers leaving the factory said they'd expected cuts, not closure.

The plant, built in 1976, can make 3,000 Rovers a week,

but last week it produced only 700. MUSIC THUMPS IN BACKGROUND

SHE SIGHS

British Leyland say the plant will be maintained...

What's he doing here?

I thought he'd gone back to live at home.

OK, Mum, I've got a job for you.

It doesn't involve knocking in nails.

It involves knocking some sense into this boy's head.

Aunt Estella...

...I've thought of a name for the band.

We're going to be called The Big New Everything.

No, we're not.

Go to sleep, Dante.

He's discovered some shit some idiot gave him

and he drank and smoked, and straight away I get the impression

he is like a dealer's dream, with no vetting procedure whatsoever.

I want you to let him sleep it off.

In the morning, in the morning, explain to him the folly of...

Ah, Jesus.

Mum, you've been drinking.

Just beer.

Just two cans.

You swore on my life. It's just beer. On my life.

Do you not think my life's precarious enough as it is?

They say you've joined the committee at The Gate.

Don't give this to me, Mum. This concern for me.

Save your concern for yourself.

MUSIC THUMPS

♪ Don't believe them Don't believe them

♪ Don't be bitten twice

♪ You gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss, suss

♪ Suss, suspect device... ♪

You know, Dante has a point.

If you look at the M6 in a certain way, it is quite beautiful.

As I said, Mum, I'm giving you a job.

It's life or death.

If someone doesn't nip it in the bud,

Dante will go all the way to hell. That is how he is.

Lean on each other.

And keep him clean.

If you help him, this music thing we're doing might work.

People say we're good.

Think about it. If I get famous, I'll be no use to the Ra.

You can't have famous people sneaking around

with Semtex in their bag, now, can you?

This is my way out, Mum.

And the next sip of booze you have

will be a sip of champagne when our band reaches number one.

Promise me.

He's too nice to be left in the custody of someone weak

and helpless like me.

You are weak,

but you're not helpless.

I truly believe you don't give a fuck about yourself.

But you do give a fuck about him.

If you fuck up, he dies, we don't get famous,

and I will end up riddled with bullets in a ditch in Crossmaglen.

FOOTSTEPS

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

OK, Dante.

In your honour, attempt number 535.

TRAFFIC PASSES

GLASS SMASHES

GLASS SMASHES

MUSIC PLAYS

♪ Never had a tenner that she wouldn't give away

♪ Never had a bad word to say Estella

♪ Never forget that you've got people on your side

♪ Even when it all starts to slide

♪ And when the weather gets so heavy

♪ That you can't see

♪ Remember I've never been alone because of you

♪ And you will never be because of me

♪ Estella You're much stronger

♪ Than anyone I know

♪ Estella Even though you

♪ Don't think so

♪ Estella You're much stronger

♪ Then anyone I know

♪ Estella Even though you

♪ Don't think so. ♪

RINGING TONE

Hello.

Hello?

HEAVY BREATHING

I know I'm not meant to call, but...

...I can't go in again with a microphone.

You have got to get me out of this.

Last time, I almost told my dad.

I've got fucking college, I've got exams.

Look, I understand. I do.

But listen to me, Bardon.

I need you to find out what you can about the plans for London.

Listen out for people talking about Kensington.

If we can find out something about the plan for London,

then you and me can get free and go fishing for actual fish

and laugh about it all.

And by the way,

the Special Branch have been bugging your rehearsals.

I'm listening to a tape now.

You're fucking good.

Nan...

...if I ever needed your help, it's right now.

Listen...

♪ Ba!

♪ Ba! ♪

Dante, you're in the house of God.

I know, but I don't think he's in.

It's just us.

♪ Ba! ♪

OK.

I want you to hear my new song.

But I wanted you to hear it in the best place.

Which is here.

It's called Pelicans.

♪ I've never been the look of me

♪ Inside is everything

♪ A universe, a pelican

♪ My skin is skeleton

♪ Never added up to what I'm carrying

♪ A desert sun, a city wind

♪ Inside, I'm everything. ♪

That's all I can remember.

It was a complete song, but I lost most of it.

Cos you were off your head.

Left it on the bus.

You leave your brains on the bus, and the bus drives away.

And then you've no brains and you do stupid things.

I've left things on the bus half my life.

First it was your mother helping me.

Then it was you helping me.

And now it's us helping each other.

My mum helped you?

She picked up the broken glass.

She was your sister.

Was she like you?

Your dad says we're chalk and cheese.

I want to think she was like you.

Dad says chalk and cheese as if they were different,

but in a song, if you was writing the words,

you'd put chalk and cheese in the same line.

My dad likes you.

Your dad's helping me.

This is what he does.

Close your eyes.

Imagine your soul is a well.

And at the bottom there is cool pure water.

When you feel the desire to give in to temptation...

...drop a bucket and quench your thirst

from the cool water in the pure well in your soul.

There now.

How do you feel?

I feel exactly the same as I did

before you put your hand over my eyes.

But I've just remembered the rest of the song.

What you doing, Dad, building an ark?

No.

And yes.

I'm building a case.

For justice.

In a flood of injustice.

Why? What's going on?

Yesterday I get a letter.

After 15 years.

Myself and 200 others.

Compulsory redundancy, they call it.

Starting as of right fucking now.

I'm going on a protest march.

I'm going to fight back, y'know.

Help me now.

Yeah, man.

CHATTER

All right, brothers and sisters,

as convenor for track three,

the Gypsy track and the paint shop,

I call on all Rover workers to give a show of hands.

All those in favour of strike action

against the proposed closure

of the Longbridge Rover production line, show your hands.

Right.

I propose we march

on the headquarters of British Leyland...

CROWD: Yeah!

...and let Michael Edwardes know exactly how we feel!

LOUD CHEERING

All right.

♪ I said yeah I said yeah

♪ Listen what they say Listen what they say

♪ I said hear me now Yeah, yeah

♪ Listen what they say Listen what they say

♪ Second thing they say I must join the office... ♪

TV: Earlier today, the march against the closure

of the Rover plant began peacefully as it made its way

towards the Leyland administration block.

Unions want talks with Sir Michael Edwardes.

A spokesman said, "No-one in their right mind would believe

"it was possible to close down the most modern car plant in Europe."

MAN: Rover. CROWD: Will not die.

In the face of mass redundancies,

feelings were running high and a flash point occurred

when the planned route of the march was blocked.

Trouble broke out between pickets and police.

Missiles were thrown, including bottles and bricks.

Six police officers were injured in the disturbance.

Among the pickets, there were 15 arrests for public order offences.

A spokesman for Rover said the incidents of violence were

unacceptable, and those responsible would be identified...

PHONE RINGS ...and dealt with.

Hello?

I'm watching it on the news.

ANGRY SHOUTING FROM TV

I'm on my way.

O Lord, if this is all part of the plan,

please help me to understand it.

I drop my bucket into the well.

And I draw pure water.

And I drink. And I thank you, O Lord, for giving me strength.

I was once familiar with these places.

DOORS BANG IN BACKGROUND

But this time, I am here for a noble cause.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

A cause which may be forlorn, but noble nonetheless.

KEYS RATTLE IN LOCK

DOOR OPENS

OK. We're letting you go.

Thank you, sir.

WARDEN ROARS Agh! Before you go,

I want to give you a little message from my superior officers.

Not only are you a fucking commie, trouble-making, shit-stirring fuck,

but you are also a nigger.

Which means you're a marked man. I can't breathe.

Your card is marked, your path to misfortune is very clear.

Now, you stay out of disputes and strikes and political trouble,

or we'll make a special example of you.

The next time your sons, Dante and Gregory,

carry a coffin, it will be YOU inside it.

Do you understand me, nigger?

In case you forget.

HE COUGHS

HE SPITS

DEUCE COUGHS AND RETCHES

HE GASPS FOR BREATH

HIS BREATHING STEADIES

CAR APPROACHES

CAR DOOR OPENS

DOORBELL

Dante, the next song you write, make it about today.

You mean, make it political?

Like Bob Marley.

I mean, make it about days like today and men like our dad.

I'll see what comes to me.

Fuck it.

I'll write the song myself.

CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

DOOR OPENS

This weekend, Bardon, you and I are going on a wee trip to London.

BIRDS CHIRP

JANGLING

SNIPPING

JANGLING

BANGING ON DOOR

MUSIC BLARES

Where the fuck have you been?

I've been making my own out of poppies in the garden.

I've been away.

Camden.

I got some excellent people with excellent...

ZIP ...stuff.

I can, er, I can pay you with money this time.

Oh, I-I don't want you to pay me with money.

I've got money, so I'll pay you with money.

Been doing a lot of gigs.

You carry that band on your shoulders.

Yeah.

Matty, I'd prefer you not to pay me with money.

I've told you I WILL pay you with money. Why don't you save

your money? Oh, for God... I don't want everything this time.

Just, you know, fun instead of money.

But I've got fucking money, Jeff! OK. All right, all right.

Give me money, then.

For God's sake. You're such a fucking creep festival.

No, I'm not. Yes, you are! A fucking festival of creeps.

I am... paying you with money, yeah?

Don't fucking touch me when I'm asleep either, after.

I even thought we might go for a drink first, like people.

First?

You mean do something before?

Nah.

The other day I was played a tape.

There's a new band. They're from round here.

They're pretty good.

But they need a kick.

They need the real thing.

They're advertising for a drummer.

SHE SIGHS

I thought, before you go to wherever you go, my dear, I should...

...arrange an audition, yeah?

What... what sort of people are they?

They're young. Sweet.

I-I-I think you could teach them some things.

Yeah.

THEY CHUCKLE QUIETLY

Yeah.

Audition!

Oh...

Why the fuck not?

MUSIC: Take Me To The River by Talking Heads

DOOR BANGS

Did a good job on this place.

When do youse open?

Opening night is next week. Do we get tickets?

If you want. I can get you tickets. We have a stellar opening line-up.

Yeah, we saw the adverts around town.

We keep a good close eye on you, that's for sure.

I was told you wanted to come and, um...

...pick my brains.

Pick your brains.

Yes.

That is what we want.

Do you mind if I smoke?

No.

It's about a man you know as Virgil.

You know him?

Yes.

Well?

Er, not for a while. He used to work for you. Yes.

And then he joined the British Army. So I understand.

Yes or no is fine. He made contact with us through you.

He asked. I just...

Yes or no is just fine.

Yes.

Where'd you get the spaceman?

I bought it at auction.

Why did Virgil leave the British Army? I don't know.

He was always a bit wild.

I heard he got into trouble.

He said it was because he had Irish family.

And you believe him? As a friend.

I'm not a friend.

How much did you pay for the spaceman?

£225, plus commission.

Is he for sale? Everything is for sale.

Do you trust Virgil?

I tend not to trust.

Yes or no?

Yes.

He was reliable. So you vouch for him?

Yes or no?

Er, well, I cannot say, hand on heart that I would,

er, vouch for him, as I don't know what your relationship with him is.

He's providing us with information. Should we trust that information?

I cannot, hand on heart... It's your brains we've come to pick,

not your heart.

Although both organs are available to us.

Understand this, Mr Carmen,

it was you who put Virgil in touch with us,

and that means you're liable for his actions.

Fuck. And, if it should turn out that

Virgil's not actually being truthful with us...

Then, his guarantor becomes liable for his mistake.

That's usually the way, isn't it? Among friends.

And if your friend Virgil disappoints us,

it'd be a shame for all your hard work to go up in smoke.

I understand. What do you understand? You want intelligence.

We all want intelligence.

You want me to find out what Virgil is really doing.

We want you to actively pursue information

about his true intentions, yes.

Through friends and lovers.

Using any means necessary.

And report that information back to us.

That I will do.

Good. Get back to us soon,

because there are things on our agenda on which we need clarity.

I think he won't hang around.

I will make it a top priority.

Let's say you'll get back to us within the week.

Because otherwise...

HIGH-PITCHED RINGING

Good luck with opening night.

VIRGIL, YOU FUCKING CUNT!

SHE YELLS

SHE PANTS

Yeah, so that's the sort of thing that I do.

That the sort of thing that you need?

I don't really know what kind of music you play.

Basically ska and two-tone.

Basically lots of different things that we don't put a label on.

Ah. I love lots of different things without labels.

Irish as well?

My mum was Irish.

What about your dad?

Pakistani.

You're mixed, then, like me.

What music do YOU like?

Play what comes to me.

I don't really know where it comes from.

Do you like motorway bridges?

You're funny. He's being serious.

We don't have any money to pay you.

Been told you're good. So money will come.

Told by who?

Someone I trust.

He also said that this band...

...has got a genius.

That's you, right?

Yeah.

He writes the words but Jeannie writes the music.

And your music needs to be beaten up a bit.

That's what I was told.

Have a listen.

See what needs beating up.

As a matter of fact...

...I have no opinion of motorway bridges.

But I'm sure I could be persuaded to like them.

Are... are you getting the bus back to Birmingham?

Train.

The station's reopened.

When you've listened to the tape, give us a call.

Oh, there's still one in here. For the train.

So if I like the music, am I part of the band, or...?

We are a democracy.

We'll take a vote.

Wait, I forgot to ask her something.

Dante, don't make a...

...fucking fool of yourself.

Did you see her arms? No.

She had needle marks.

She is a drummer.

Drummers are not meant to be normal.

If a drummer was normal, that'd be weird.

And if we wait for a clean drummer, we'll wait forever.

I vote yes. I vote no.

Before you decide to give me a vote, I've got something to tell you.

I want to ask you something.

When music comes to you,

is it like pictures that you can't describe to anyone?

Sometimes, yeah.

I get words coming to me.

I get like screaming to the beat.

Rolls around in my mouth.

That makes no sense but... Good.

I don't like sense.

Where do you live?

Moseley. The cool part.

I live on the Wood.

The really rough, shit part.

I collect interesting people.

Do you hang them on your wall?

You should come to Moseley.

I hang out in a pub. It's called the Fighting Cocks.

Lots of madness, music.

You come on a Saturday night,

and I'll introduce you to some really, really interesting people.

You could talk to them.

About motorway bridges.

I also like space.

Oh, man.

We love space.

If you've all voted already...

...I vote yes. Before you vote,

Bardon has something to tell you.

Something to not tell you, because I don't know what it is yet.

Tomorrow I'm going to London.

I have no idea what it is that they want me to do.

But I'm going at the request of my father.

So there's a chance that after I do, whatever it is,

they're going to send me straight to Dublin or Belfast

to disappear for a while.

But if I make it back here, I want you all to know

that I no longer just want this band to work, I fucking need it to work.

And just like you, Dante...

...I have absolutely no other credible option on this Earth

other than to get famous.

My only option is Tesco checkout.

Me a record shop.

Then some sort of law firm. Then marriage.

Probably a solicitor.

Probably called Gary.

I think you all know, for me, it's living on a bridge.

So...

...I do what I have to do in London, I do what I can to get back here,

and then when I return,

we all do whatever it takes to get famous as fuck.

And to do that, we are going to need the drummer

who's going to beat us up a bit.

All those in favour.

But you...

...you stay close to me.

♪ This world

♪ Is going up in flames

♪ And nobody

♪ Wanna take the blame

♪ Don't tell me

How to live my life

♪ When you

♪ Never felt the pain

♪ Oh, oh, oh, ooh oh, oh, oh

♪ Ooh

♪ Oh, oh, oh They don't hear me cry

♪ Ooh Oh, oh, oh

♪ They don't hear me try

♪ Ooh

♪ Oh, oh, oh Ooh. ♪