Bloody British Me

Soon we'll say the good old days have finally gone to stay somewhere else The same grey cloud will make us say "what a shame" But we'll get by the same old way, watching the weeks pass 'til we're paid And our lover says "you've seen better days" Bloody British me, Guardian and a cup of tea DMs on my feet and I’m walking down the street Bloody British me, pick up the penny Put it in my pocket but I can’t buy a penny sweet Unlucky me, cornershop blues and childhood defeat Bloody British me, first-world classic problems that I chuck in the sea Then I nod my head and switch off when it’s on the TV Bloody British me, smoking cigs ‘til I’ve got lung disease NHS looking down at me, shouting “ain’t shit free” Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward (Forward, what’s that? Fuck that!) Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward (Forward, what’s that? Fuck that!) Stuck in the mud (Stuck in the mud) / Stuck in the mud (Stuck in the mud) Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward Black boy in prison for selling a bit of green when his white friend is shouting “you never search me” Both lads are just trying to pay for their degree, the government are blinded They can’t see the thousands shouting for a better society when they’re sat in their mansions surrounded by aristocracy Bloody British me, slave to the country’s dim democracy Yeah, I didn’t vote ‘cause I’m so fucking lazy Bloody British me, three or more sugars that I stir in my tea and I'm venting about negativity Ironic - mental or physically, what does health mean to me? Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward (Forward, what’s that? Fuck that!) Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward (Forward, what’s that? Fuck that!) Stuck in the mud (Stuck in the mud) / Stuck in the mud (Stuck in the mud) Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward Soon we'll say the good old days have finally gone to stay somewhere else The same grey cloud will make us say "what a shame" But we'll get by the same old way, watching the weeks pass 'til we're paid And our lover says "we've seen better days" You can change if you’ve got spare change or if a great idea sparks in your brain There’s not much in it if you play their game I won’t get tired and I won’t be tamed, if I want a legacy for my name British blood ain’t all the same Bloody British me, Guardian and a cup of tea DMs on my feet and I’m walking down the street Bloody British me, pick up the penny Put it in my pocket but I can’t buy a penny sweet Unlucky me, cornershop blues and childhood defeat Bloody British me, first-world classic problems that I chuck in the sea Then I nod my head and switch off when it’s on the TV Bloody British me, smoking cigs ‘til I’ve got lung disease NHS looking down at me, shouting “ain’t shit free” (“ain’t shit free”)