Middle Men

New Labour The metropolis of discontent and lost dreams Benson and messes and denim jeans I'm gutted I didn't think y'would Fly-tippin' down at The Sherwood The clink of strong drink Racing green paint Crack Victorian sinks And flushed is the system I can't swim so I sink The earth moves the kerb It makes the fag areas stink Warp like a tree and bitter twist nicotine we be Middle men The metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men Middle men The metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men Monda dinner Archway Dead the drink of a victim Bad brains The dead man's milk Wilko's will have it They got everything The dome on the stately home We got painted in the fumes From commuters Make my bacon Threaten strangers With shooters Car stereo shops That launder dirty dosh That don't look you in the eye when you walk y'dog I bet they're all battered in the back on that Hedgehog Sonic Level in ten minutes, two minutes flat Whole bloody fuckin' shop's on it, woah Middle men The metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men Middle men The metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men Nine hundred pund for a picture of Debbie Harry In art shops Made me laugh my head off Instead with a feelin' of nothin' Floating your ears miss each other They don't do much Talking like props in a film about Top Gun Tears Top Gun glasses The new opium for the lasses Rescue dog Like the fuck The wood catches fire Patrick Cox loafers Size 10, in brown Loved 'em Out the shop window is still Controlled by the man, lol Middle men The metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men Middle men The metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men New Labour