These perplexing times need accompanying instructions To show me how I can build a future It’s delicate So fragile I’m not up to much cause it feels like… An apocalyptic novelty revolution; Not a care in the world Put your feet up and download Born into what I would call comfortable has Drained all the fight from my gut I can’t become what I want to be now Cause I have everything I want Oh isn’t it lovely when I’m not doing Anything productive Mooching off the government All I keep on thinking is man i need a job When i grow up if that day comes I need colour I need colour I need colour I need colour