Mansun - The Gods Of Not Very Much lyrics

Safety in numbers together Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever See him, victim, shouting Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field Safety in numbers together Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever See him, victim, shouting Telling all the people that we're meeting in a field And we are foolishly drawn We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush The gods of not very much We'll meet, we'll talk, we'll rush The gods of not very much A strange dude in brown shoes with holes through Stands at speaker's corner with a memo tape recorder Nightfall, the crowd come, his bible Opened at a page that says he made us all the same How funny, ironic, the crowd they They agree to differ as they're wearing the same t-shirt Fit in, convention, nothing You're just talking rubbish and you know that you're not Playing with us 'cos we're the gods of not very much