Press hard 'cause you wanna be in
You wanna press hard to be better than in
No change, no level is flat
Levelling up like a Tory twat
No streets, no line of thought
No country, now we're distraught
No warmth like a paper hat
Falls right in when the cloud spat
Everybody's getting well narky
Fist fights near Sainsbury's car park
Well, everybody's getting well narky
Cars cut up then smash each other up
Press hard when the taste ain't in
Ignore them bands that belong in the bin
No time to reliеve the cut
The air smеlls when the sun burns it up
No streets no line of thought
No country now we're distraught
Well, no warmth like a paper hat
It falls right in when the cloud spat
Well, everybody's getting well narky
Fist fights near Sainsbury's car park
Well, everybody's getting well narky
Cars cut up then smash each other up
I wacked someone at the gym
He said "Go on then, get what ya need"
So I just lost it, let it bleed
Flags fly, Union Jack and Blue and yellow, our thoughts fly by
And what else? We want grain or else
When the lines flash past and miss
Bus indicates but you go round it anyway
Lice live in hair, so I, Dan Dare, bites
Mekon head from Spicy Nights, Bad Madras
As the light shines different on this patch, yeah
Everybody's getting well narky
Fist fights near Sainsbury's car park, yeah
Everybody's getting well narky
Cars cut up then smash each other up
Then smash each other up
Smash each other up
compositores: Andrew Fearn - Jason Williamson
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