This is for the blokes driving Transit vans
And the people on the dole who're drinking cans
They've got no aspirations
Because they're always thinking 'bout their next wage
And they don't know what to do next
They've got seven kids from underage sex
Now he makes a living selling Es
'cause he never passed his GCSEs
And the skinheads start to argue
They argue over who drank their last can
He don't undеrstand
Well I'm so sick and tired of this old town
Becausе this old town keeps dragging, dragging me down
It's dragging me down
Yeah I'm so sick and tired of this old town
Because this old town keeps dragging, dragging me down
It's dragging me down
You know I'm so sick and tired of this old town
Because this old town keeps dragging, dragging me down
You know it's dragging me down
And you don't wanna get up at six a.m
To start your week all over again
Your boss stares at you with an angry face
And he wants to know why you turned up late
You say you been out drinking all night with your mate
He says that's no excuse, it's quarter past eight
I tell you sunshine, you should never tempt fate
So you hand in your notice and walk out the gate
Then you tell your boss you're gonna start a band
He don't understand
He don't understand
Well I'm so sick and tired of this old town
Because this old town keeps dragging, dragging me down
It's dragging me down
You know I'm so sick and tired of this old town
Because this old town keeps dragging, dragging me down
It's dragging me down
You know I'm so sick and tired of this old town
Because this old town keeps dragging, dragging me down
You know it's dragging me down
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