text: There are twenty years to go
  And twenty years to know
  Who will wear, who will wear the hat
  There are twenty years to go
  The best of all I hope
  So enjoy the ride, the medicine show
  Cos thems the breaks
  For we designer fakes
  We need to concentrate
  On more that meets the eye
  There are twenty years to go
  The faithful and the low
  The best of starts, the broken heart, the stoned
  There are twenty years to go
  The punchdrunk and the blow
  The worst of starts, the mercy part, the phone
  And thems the breaks
  For we designer fakes
  Who need to concentrate
  On more that meets the eye
  And thems the breaks
  For we designer fakes
  But its you I take
  Cos youre the truth not I
  Youre the truth not I, not I
  Youre the truth not I, not I
  Youre the truth not I, not I
  Youre the truth not I, not I
  And thats the end and thats the start of it
  Thats the hope and thats the part of it
  Thats the high and thats the heart of it
  Thats the long and thats the short of it
  Thats the best and thats the test in it
  Thats the doubt, the doubt I trusted in
  Thats the sight and thats the sound of it
  Thats the gift and thats the trick in it
  Youre the truth not I, not I
  Youre the truth not I, not I
  Youre the truth not I, not I
  Youre the truth not I, not I
  Youre the truth not I, not I
  Youre the truth not I, not I
  Youre the truth not I, no not I
  And youre the truth not I