Under the weight of a broken nose
It's not that simple, but he won't seem to notice
There must be plus to this
So leave those sink estates, and let's book a holiday
We're painting all the counties in blue
'Cause we're already boring, and we're already hoarding
What else have we got left to accrue?

And the ramblers will say
It's got a marvelous view
But they don't know how many lives it took, no
They'll never know what toi knew

And we're so calm, but we're fucking scared, fucking scared!
And we're so calm, but we're fucking scared, fucking scared!
And we're so calm, but we're fucking scared, fucking scared!
And we're so calm, but we're fucking scared of people like you!

Under the weight of some Sertraline
A couple Prozacs, and now I'm pumping dopamine!
There must be plus to this
We've got a country house now, old dog has been put down now
It's nice to be around trees
Custom license plate on our Audi R8
How many grocers does one county need?

And the ramblers will say
It's still a marvellous view
But that treadmill still looms
With your hedonic misuse

So come on, one and all and see the apathy
The reams of grey stencils that fill the tapestry
I look to all of toi and see a different fucking species
Aspiration for a different destination to me
Across the Pennines, there's a thin blue line, a couteau and a mall
I would do something if it wasn't all so effortful
'Cause I'm so high, my brain can't even look at the fall
And when you've reached the top, there's nowhere else to go, but-
Ha