Big Cliché Songtext
von Billy No Mates

A minor, there it is
That means the next one′s gonna be G
No surprise when it slides down to F
Straight down to E

That's right, it′s the great big game
And you're slap bang in the middle
Tryna sort the wheat from the chaff
Bullshit from the cliché
But this song don't care
All it knows is that cheesy flamenco beat goes "glow"

I understand the history, the heritage
The rhythm, the method
What makes the cliché tick
But then, then you have to go and change it
Now I′m not sure quite just where I stand


But why should this song care?
This song′s fine, it's in its prime
It′s got the whole world laid out at its feet
Its whole life before it
Besides, there's always time
We ain′t even seen the middle eight
Hang on, hold up, what's this?

Some people say it′s a simple tune
You assemble your solo and away you go
But that's the only joy you get, it's shit all bollocks
You′re gonna end up in shit all bollocks
A little bit of fuck off too
But you can worry about that during the solo

Short one?
You know what? I′m, I'm not sure this song′s got it in it

Oh, there'll be violins and cellos
Bank after bank of ′em playing the sound bed
A great big fuck off choir singing all the clichés about
Holding your head high, singing proud
Walking tall through the storm

Oh, I think this song is dying
It's getting old, I suppose
I guess it′s had a decent life, though
About average length for a pop song
The biggest cliché in the world can't save it now