today we are going to cook a nice steaming hot new song. you will need one big bowl of carl rantings about things that bug him in bedford and one saucepan full of nasty old guitar chords supplied by tom. mix together the bowl of rantings and add to the heated saucepan of music. devote all your attention to mixing the ingredients for about half an hour. once mixed arrange your song neatly and present to your drummer at your earliest convenience (and hope to hell he likes it!)...
...note to self - get some sleep, you're off on one!

v1
I've got no time for small town snobs
they sit and think, think they are thinking
about how great and how far they have come
who wouldn't want to live to far from mum

pre 1
how can they do that it's such a waste
they say with a face showing much distaste
their lack of ambition to do something great

v2
their gossip flies till it hits the fan
they don't care for the people who can
their little white lies, their little white lies
they think they know the master plan

pre 2
they don't know they don't care it's not even their place
to be judge of a story they use to replace
their lack of ambition to do something great

chorus
I love this town (but it's) bringing me down
I love this town, walls coming down

mid8
yesterday I felt I had a reason
today I can't remember the day
that went before that I could believe in
I still can't remember that day