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Daddy, What's a Working Class? (lyric sheet)
Smoking stacks and satanic mills
now converted visitors centres
push a button turn the wheels
memories of a bygone age
Daddy, what's a working class?
teacher said it don't exist
cos we is now the swollen middle
credit bloated, binge drinking pissed
call centred cleaning service nation
passing by on wealth creation
minimum waged and without invention
selling pasties in a service station
Girls like a man in uniform
but this one cleans the bogs
our expectations falling fast
and going to the dogs
the colours of this sceptered Isle
is day-glo yellow hi-viz vest
cold calling on auto dial
get lumped in with the rest
homogenise the working people
in predictable single file
sit back and watch them all
march past for a while
and up there in the right post codes
in the gentrified peoples zone
immune from the sores of everyday
people play their cares away
please don't set my alarm too early
I want to spend more time in the far away
I got a lifetime to go with the hurly burly
all I ask is let me go sick today
I can sit on a sofa blissed out on Kyle
laughing at the plebs and their self made mess
I can watch that fucker unleash his bile
get medieval on their heads without redress
It's all so sad that we do all we can
to make ourselves that slippery
that nothing ever sticks
teflon responsibility
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Daddy, What's a Working Class? (lyric sheet)
Smoking stacks and satanic mills
now converted visitors centres
push a button turn the wheels
memories of a bygone age
Daddy, what's a working class?
teacher said it don't exist
cos we is now the swollen middle
credit bloated, binge drinking pissed
call centred cleaning service nation
passing by on wealth creation
minimum waged and without invention
selling pasties in a service station
Girls like a man in uniform
but this one cleans the bogs
our expectations falling fast
and going to the dogs
the colours of this sceptered Isle
is day-glo yellow hi-viz vest
cold calling on auto dial
get lumped in with the rest
homogenise the working people
in predictable single file
sit back and watch them all
march past for a while
and up there in the right post codes
in the gentrified peoples zone
immune from the sores of everyday
people play their cares away
please don't set my alarm too early
I want to spend more time in the far away
I got a lifetime to go with the hurly burly
all I ask is let me go sick today
I can sit on a sofa blissed out on Kyle
laughing at the plebs and their self made mess
I can watch that fucker unleash his bile
get medieval on their heads without redress
It's all so sad that we do all we can
to make ourselves that slippery
that nothing ever sticks
teflon responsibility
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Daddy, What's a Working Class? (lyric sheet)
Smoking stacks and satanic mills
now converted visitors centres
push a button turn the wheels
memories of a bygone age
Daddy, what's a working class?
teacher said it don't exist
cos we is now the swollen middle
credit bloated, binge drinking pissed
call centred cleaning service nation
passing by on wealth creation
minimum waged and without invention
selling pasties in a service station
Girls like a man in uniform
but this one cleans the bogs
our expectations falling fast
and going to the dogs
the colours of this sceptered Isle
is day-glo yellow hi-viz vest
cold calling on auto dial
get lumped in with the rest
homogenise the working people
in predictable single file
sit back and watch them all
march past for a while
and up there in the right post codes
in the gentrified peoples zone
immune from the sores of everyday
people play their cares away
please don't set my alarm too early
I want to spend more time in the far away
I got a lifetime to go with the hurly burly
all I ask is let me go sick today
I can sit on a sofa blissed out on Kyle
laughing at the plebs and their self made mess
I can watch that fucker unleash his bile
get medieval on their heads without redress
It's all so sad that we do all we can
to make ourselves that slippery
that nothing ever sticks
teflon responsibility
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Threadbare
03:19
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Threadbare (lyric sheet)
The biggest blip on a sonar
the echo fills your head
like a warning come down from afar
hurry or we'll be dead
i cannot believe in this day and age
why we get moral outrage
it's always easier to point elsewhere
knowing your own thoughts are threadbare
When the walls cave in
who can you trust?
we all just give in
cos we're spiritually bust
All in all and inch by inch
we all start to feel the pinch
and when pounds become pennies
and bread becomes dust
we're going threadbare, broken and bust
As small as the fortune in your soul
the sparsity of what we have is gone
feeling bit part instead of the whole
struggling to recall the songs
and there's always someone else to blame
for all the crapness that enters our lives
as Lemmings we jump the bus to fame
as Lemmings we know the rules to the game
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