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)