A half cut driver speeds over that drunken clown
Gall bladder emitting a high pitched sound
Into the ground, you have to burrow the life we chase belies grace
As we narrowly miss all the things we're supposed to hit
Kept distracted as this town's bricks and mortar fall down
If you don't go then you'll never see
I've yet to find the line of the fault but you never know
These memories corrupt and turn to grain
You stop to think about them but they're strange, yes they're strange
Into the ground we'll have to burrow down the life we chase defiles our grace
As the rich take trips to space, invent new food we'll never taste
Kept distracted as this towns bricks and mortar fall down, it's all around
You feel dejected and ineffectual, don't let your hobbies be affected
I've got no money but I've got honies, venereal diseases, exotic cheeses
Don't shop at Tesco's, don't shop at as Asda, don't drink that Bovril it gives you cancer
The xenophobics have become intrinsic, they all want more than they deserve