Lyrics

You hang out with your brother
He barely moves an inch
Dedicated to mother
I see the resemblance

Is it too late for fan clubs?
Is it too late for thanks?
Is it too late for dust ups?
Is it too late for me?

I thought I'd be much older
(At least fifty)
To have this kind of face
(What a state)
Just gas, sad-ness and solder
(Mostly gas)
That's holding me in place
(Oooh-wooo)

Is it too late for fan clubs?
Is it too late to score?  
(I'm not sure)
Is it too late for gestures?
(Big or small)
To do this anymore?

All hours, all ages anxiety
I still lie that I don't have it, on my terrible CV
Will I live to be the villain? Or be obscured by an ominous melody?
I grew up to be a pylon
No-one wants to be my friend
but I love…the...electricity!

Is it too late for fan clubs?
Is it too late for thanks?  
(Mum and Dad)
Is it too late for catch ups?
Is it too late to say?