Lately I been talking to myself
Knowing full well that there's nobody else in town
Think I might be going slightly mad
Though it's sad
Better mad than boring so they say
That's the motto that I'm getting by on today
Anyway I can't stop
Though I'd really love to stay
That's what she said
Rolling down the river
Clinging to your heartstrings
I feel dead
In the scent of a lighting sky
Coming down fast off the radar
It's easy to fall to your knees
Pick yourself up boy
Pull yourself together
That's what, that's what she said to ME
These are strange old times
Money in your pocket
Still you can't get by
Til it's like you get yours brother
I'll get mine
That's the story of The Great Divide
But don't blame the poli's man you're sure to lose
Just tell 'em next time round we're voting us not you
Can't buy the diesel or your half-priced food
Twenty f*cking years of austerity blues
You don't know me
You don't know me
You don't know me
And you'll never f*cking own me
Shout out to Marky P
For the help with the digits on the new PC
You're a top man
I owe you a coupla cans
And a pirate copy of This Is England
Wooooohhhhh