The Intricate Inner Workings of the System

It's rigged, the pennies are glued
They're turning all the babies into animal food
It's big, much bigger than you
So shut your silly mouth
Because there's nothing you can do about

The system, the bloody system
The intricate inner workings of the system
The system, the bloody system
The intricate inner workings of the system

The world is spinning sideways
Every other planet goes to church on Saturdays
The pearls that my mother gave
To me when I got married to a lovely lady are
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

The system, the bloody system
The intricate inner workings of the system
The system, the bloody system
The intricate inner workings of the system

It's criminal, it's really quite mad
I don't want to live with my parents until I'm dead
I'm thirty-fucking-years-old!
I just want a nice semi-detached bungalow in South East Wales
I just want a nice semi-detached bungalow in South East Wales
I just want a nice semi-detached bungalow in South East Wales
I just want a nice semi-detached bungalow



Credits
Writer(s): Sam Joseph Willmett, Tilly May Harris
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