Paroles: Skunk Anansie. It Takes Blood Guts to Be This Cool, but I’m Still Just a Cliche.

Save me from critical acclaim Save my smile its’ too cracked from fame Wish me well with my fantasy Feel my arrogance with your sanity Wash me oh so painfully clean Disect my words with a fist full of your dreams Build me up and strike me down please Sign my name, sign my name It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I’m still, just a cliche It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I’m still, just a cliche Just a cliche, just a cliche Just a cliche, just a cliche Colour my views in red, white and blue I’m wide awake now, wide awake now I kiss you, I kiss you, but I’m falling down And all my friends are crowding around They’re crowding around looking down to see But all they can see is me, me, me So blow me away now, with your screwed up mind There’s no charm left now, for you to find It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I’m still, just a cliche It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I’m still, just a cliche Just a cliche, just a cliche Just a cliche, just a cliche I see you, you see me And who the hell am I supposed to be I don’t care now but I know that I should Wasting away like you knew I would It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I’m still, still It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I’m still, still It takes blood and guts to be this cool But I’m still, just a cliche Just a cliche, just a cliche Just a cliche, just a cliche ...