The Champ - Biffy Clyro

Never be seen, and never be heard

This is the way, it’s the grey man’s curse

Aren’t we free, so how’s this worse?

Don’t give me that bullshit, catch phrase

«It was better in my day», 'cause I know

You broke every little thing that you built

You lost every little thing that you’d always cherished, and more

You took every little breath that it took

Don’t analyse, just realise, you can’t keep us at bay

'Cause we are The Source

Of all the things you’re desperate to ignore

When reality has washed upon the shore

You’re always turning tables

And always telling tales I should ignore

We are The Source

A virtual dream and a virtual life (Life)

Well, I’m in love with the older kind (Kind)

A biblical truth and a cynical lie (Lie)

Don’t give me that tight-lipped, bullshit

«Who says it’s do or die?»

Well, I do

You got every little thing that you want

You took every little thing that you’d always needed and more

You got every little thing that it takes, Champ

Don’t theorise, don’t criticise

Just get the fuck out of my face

'Cause we are The Source

Of all the things you’re desperate to ignore

When reality has washed upon the shore

You’re always turning tables

And always telling tales I should ignore

We are The Source

We are The Source

We are The Source

We are The Source

Of all the things you’re desperate to ignore

When reality has washed upon the shore

You’re always turning tables

And always telling tales I should ignore

We are The Source

We are The Source

We are The Source

You’re always turning tables

And always telling tales I should ignore

We are The Source