Cor, Blimey!

Cor, blimey!
I'll be gone when the kids come
Running their mouths
With that TV ideology

And he's never not got
Something to say about the way
We've fallen behind the times
Has he

Ever even had an original thought
Or is it all just regurgitation
This nation has gone to the dogs
Oh both sides have said it

Yet they'll fight all the same
Man I'll just never get it

Get another round in
Your glass or your chamber
At this rate a bullet might do me a favour
I'll savour the menial conversation
When the drinks start pouring
The words come soaring

Na, Na, Na, Now

Don't get me wrong
I'd love to right the wrongs
But don't play into their hand
And learn to bite your tongue

That man has gone right down it
Hook, line, and sinker
Someone take off his blinkers
I think he's bolted

Right into the culture war
You'd be hard-pressed to find a person
Who cared more
Oh it's quite the chore just to lend your ears

You've got to sink ten beers
Go back to the bar and

Get another round in
Your glass or your chamber
At this rate a bullet might do me a favour
I'll savour the menial conversation
When the drinks start pouring
The words come soaring

Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na

Now my worry's got ambition
See it's on a real mission to pull me back
So I pulled back from external stimuli
And in twenty-eight minutes I'll shut up and step aside

Change it may be constant
But the rate of change well that's not
It can't be stopped
We've opened Pandora's box

So let's

Get another round in
Your glass or your chamber
At this rate a bullet might do me a favour
I'll savour the menial conversation
And prey for the day you find it all passé
Get another round in
Your glass or your chamber
At this rate a bullet might do me a favour
I'll savour the menial conversation
When the drinks start pouring
The words come soaring

Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na, Na

Na