Lyrics
So unimpressed but so in awe
Such a saint but such a whore
So self aware so full of shit
So indecisive so adamant
I'm contemplating thinking about thinking
It's overrated just get another drink in
Watch me come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
And I'm your son
I come undone
I come undone
So rock and roll so corporate suit
So damn ugly, so damn cute
So well trained so animal
So need your love so fuck you all
I'm not scared of dying I just don't want to
If I stopped lying I'd just disappoint you
I come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
And I'm your son
I come undone
So write another ballad
Mix it on a Wednesday
Sell it on a Thursday
Buy a yacht by Saturday
It's a love song
A love song
Do another interview
Sing a bunch of lies
Tell about celebrities that I despise
And sing love songs
We sing love songs
So sincere
So sincere
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
Pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet
I come undone
I'm scum
I'm your son
Your gotta love your son
Your gotta love your son
Yeah yeah
Love your son, love your son
I am scum
I am scum
Credits
Vocals
Robbie Williams
Written By
Robbie Williams, Boots Ottestad, Andy Hamilton, Daniel Pierre
Band
Boots Ottestad (Keyboard)
Daniel Pierre (Keyboard, Piano)
Jeremy Stacey (Drums)
Neil Taylor (Electric Guitar)
Phil Spalding (Bass, Electric Guitar)
Robbie Williams (Backing Vocals)
Sally Herbert (London Session Orchestra)
