text: Shoot it down
  Mmm, yeah
  Hes got to let something
  Start hitting through the wall
  Dreaming about something
  Means nothing at all
  Well put him on the TV
  And make lots of videos
  You can smile for the goodies
  Appear on breakfast shows
  All right boys, come on boys, all right boys
  Hey, whoa, climbing up a bloody great hill
  Im hey, whoa, Im climbing up, climbing up, Im up, up
  Everything is fluent
  But everything aint good
  Why am I so misunderstood?
  Hes got to know something
  Say, Mr. Radio Man
  Yes, hes got a little something
  Say, Mr. Producer Man
  They want to buy him hooks
  And screaming girls
  Who havent got a clue
  What it means to be living in
  The horrible evil little world
  Come on, boys, yeah
  Hey, whoa, climbing up a bloody great hill
  Im hey, whoa, Im climbing up, Im climbing up, Im up, up
  Everything is good here
  But everything aint good
  Why am I so misunderstood?
  Why am I so misunderstood, boys and girls?
  Hey, whoa, climbing up a bloody great hill
  Im hey, whoa, Im climbing, Im up, climbing up, up, up
  Everything is fluent
  But everything aint good
  Why am I so misunder-
  Everything is good here
  But everything aint good
  Why am I so misunder-
  Hey, Mr. Producer Man
  Give me a break, man
  Give me a break, yeah
  Hey, Mr. Producer Man
  I want to be famous
  Something of me
  Some family
  So, uh, uh, uh