Head is up your arsehole as you move along
Walk around pretending that there is nothing wrong
Don't like thinking of whose getting your rent or,
Environment, religion or the government,
My car's running well on human blood Olympics build on toxic mud
Whose going to keep the tote clean and tidy,
and who plays the keyboards in Killing Heidi

Not trying to tell you to do nothing about it
If there is something to say don't say it shout it
I used to think the worst thing was my footrot
Stupid me, then my heart stopped
Now everything is fucked!

People searching endlessly for someone to believe,
Everyone is addicted to real TV
En-vironmental fuckups everyday of the month
What happens, when the Prime Minister is a racist cunt
The gap is ever widdening, the rich and the poor
People go to prison just for breaking the law
TV is not the same without Mike Whitney,
Well roll me over and call my Brittney ->OOPS
Now everything is fucked!

Not trying to tell you to do nothing about it
If there is something to say don't say it shout it
I used to think the worst thing was my chest cough
Stupid me, then my heart stopped
Now everything is fucked!

Writer : CLAYDEN, JON S./CARTER, JOHNATHAN/CLAYDEN, MARK/DAVIES, JIM
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing