Plan A - The Libertines

There’s one man left to thank

Built it with his hands

One man left to thank

He didn’t need to carve it into something

Carve it into something new

Carve it into something

And there’s plan A

Take a seat

Watch them play

Keep a receipt

Sharpen up and carve them into something

Carve it into something

Carve 'em into something new

Tell me what it is that you see

With your stolen eyes

And you’re singing one two three

And I open up my eyes

My twin he tends to be me

He walks abroad

He likes the broads

While I smoke and choke alone at home

Chewing on my bone

Smash big boulders into stones

Still I don’t need no bit of faith

Need no human race

Though I read every review

No one’s got a fucking clue

And well in New York sold your soul

And bought new shoes

If you never choose

You’re bound to lose

By the end of the road

Come on I need to know

Like to craft the songs

State where you belong

And if you come from nowhere

You’ll end up straight back there

You may as well

Carve, carve, carve it into something

Carve it into something new

Carve it into something

Carve it into something new