From the barren moors I ventured down
To skim some of the funds from the dead brick town
But in a twist, a madefortv shocker
I turned myself into open collar corporate co*k-s**er
I became super-sized, subsidised, angloamericanised
Two or three bu*tons akimbo
I took off my specs, announced my exit from limbo
I grind my pretty teeth round and round
The sound is enough to supply the tempo
The harmony, the melody should already be burnt into your memory
I jettisoned my primitive laws at the door
Arrived with sean corker in a 4x4
I began to live the life diverse
Combining lynx shower gel & gillette anti-perspirant
I'm an ex-fieldmouse and I've come so far
Carrying round my conscience on a scratched cd-r
Showing off my soft-sk**s I have to determine
If today is a beer or a coffee day
In a cotton shirt replaced jesus cla**
With vitamin pills and muscle ma**
I took the volley full-on, and here I stand
Doing the protein shake to the establishmenthouseband
The only competition left between us today
Is to see who can be subservient in the most subversive way
What is wrong with this picture?
I was just pa**ing through I became a permanent fixture
Years and years later when it all broke down
The room was full as fire laws could ever allow
The equation is glamour/banter
Semantics:tragic
In distress
I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I sent an SOS to the gutter press I said yes
(They found me wincing. they found me wincing. they found me wincing. drinking daddy's whiskey)