Yo…disable your Wi-Fi/ Stop looking through your chuffin’ Facebook timeline/ …There’s nothing there but a bunch of crap/ A few hundred lads and lasses who love to chat/ You ever notice people’s online persona/ Is always different to how you know them?/ It’s no good!/ Talking in person should always come first and the search for the perfect life is an absurd thing/ Love will find you when you’re doing what you love/ Getting green eyes from other’s lives isn’t the one/ I’ve seen people take lone selfies, in a pub/ And bang it online saying that they’re living it up/ It’s a moment in time, a snapchat if you will/ That person with 500 likes is actually still/ A human – capable of torment and depression/ And often the ones who look happiest are the stressed ones/ …You can get above that/ Just find what you love, and never look back/ And the problem is always to get enough cash/ Avoid bad debt and loans they’ll get you in crap/ You’ve gotta ignore what the rest do/ They won’t arrest you for making the best moves/ But they expect you to fall in line, get a mortgage and find/ That you and yours are in debt for all of your life// CHORUS Nah… Break the mould/ Don’t do what they expect – mate take control/ You gotta break the mould/ They wanna…break your spirit and take your soul/ You gotta break the mould/ They’ll imprison you with wages till you’re way too old/ You gotta break the mould/ Life’s too short mate, so take it slow// …We have this obsession with celebrity/ Like these people are better than us cos they’re on a telly screen/ …And if we see em in real life/ We feel like they’re a walking God and we’re mere shite/ ..But these people deal with crap like you/ Pay their tax like you, but they don’t act like you/ Cos their face is recognisable and everywhere they go/ A few people will stop em and try and take a photo/ And if they say no then they’re the bad guys/ But next time you’re out shopping or it’s snack time/ Ask yourself if you’d like to be stopped for a bit/ By someone you don’t know so you can pose for a pic/ There are people whose dream in life is to be famous/ Not for anything they’ve done they’re just obsessed with the status/ Think they’ll get in the papers/ Cos they’ve got a few followers on Twitter or on Facebook/ …So switch it off/ Cos it’ll only serve to piss you off/ You can get a few likes who gives a toss/? Scrolling and scrolling through your Insta…what?/ …Go and breathe some fresh air/ Before you’re looking at life with a death stare/ To overthrow the masses they need you comatose and placid/ So they can rule their tax haven from a deck chair// CHORUS Nah… Break the mould/ Don’t do what they expect – mate take control/ You gotta break the mould/ They wanna…break your spirit and take your soul/ You gotta break the mould/ They’ll imprison you with wages till you’re way too old/ You gotta break the mould/ Life’s too short mate, so take it slow// …Which is impossible with the speed time goes/ And I know cos when I looked before I wasn’t right old/ Not quite bald but recession’s taken its hold/ And I’m not as hungry to make as sit in my home/ And my hope is just live well and die knowing/ I did everything I wanted to do with life though/ I can’t ever see me accepting that/ Cos I’m certain once it’s curtains all that’s next is black/ I’d be the first male on my Dad’s side to make 70/ I’m half way through right now that’ll never be/ Enough, cos there’s everything I love/ And there’s everything I should do, could do, potentially I would/ But, getting old’s the obstacle/ Try avoid the hospital/ Cos anything is possible and many things are probable/ But death is unstoppable, yours the least horrible/ So write yourself a bucket list and get up off that bottom groove//