Three rocks short of a dry stone wall
Steve's mate's son used to play in The Fall
Primary colours on their way to the public house
To break up a fight between a mistress
And her mother
And her lover
And his spouse
But don't take their prejudice to heart
They hate everyone
The world around them never showed
How loving can be fun
And that's why they are how they are
And that's why they don't get very far
That's why they are how they are
And that's why they don't get very far
Chips, gravy and cheese on your knees
Watching the sun settle down
When we were younger, we would complain
"Go find something to do," Mum said
But there was nowt
But now I don't see those cobbles and curbs
And I don't hear the blues anymore
I've got a war of roses for a head
I am the stem and I am the thorn
So don't take our prejudice to heart
We hate everyone
The world around us never showed
How loving can be fun
That's why we are how we are
And that's why we don't get very far
That's why we are how we are
And that's why we don't get very far, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ah-ahh!
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Ah-ah-ahh-ah)
(Ah-ah-ahh-ah)
(Ah-ah-ahh-ahh)
