Tour Hymn Lyrics

Look at you, you cookie 
You're looking like a shit 
You're tied up in your own sweet hell 
Of playing your own tricks
You're just a silly Willie 
A short arced little stump 
You're high and fake like Auntie Drake 
Who's shopping with his mum
All you ever wanted was to be him
Everything you want is in his face 
All you ever wanted was to be in 
But the trouble is, you always just be her, always her
Look at you, you problem 
You think you're causing grief 
But we're not brutes we've just begun 
To shove it in your face
And every night it's harder 
For you to play your dope 
'Cause we're exposing breakfast chums 
You haven't got a hope

INEKE ROBBE (BELGIUM)