Bloody British Me

Soon we'll say the good old days have finally gone to stay somewhere else
The same grey cloud will make us say "what a shame"
But we'll get by the same old way, watching the weeks pass 'til we're paid
And our lover says "you've seen better days"

Bloody British me, Guardian and a cup of tea
DMs on my feet and I’m walking down the street
Bloody British me, pick up the penny
Put it in my pocket but I can’t buy a penny sweet
Unlucky me, cornershop blues and childhood defeat
Bloody British me, first-world classic problems that I chuck in the sea
Then I nod my head and switch off when it’s on the TV
Bloody British me, smoking cigs ‘til I’ve got lung disease
NHS looking down at me, shouting “ain’t shit free”

Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward (Forward, what’s that? Fuck that!)
Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward (Forward, what’s that? Fuck that!)
Stuck in the mud (Stuck in the mud) / Stuck in the mud (Stuck in the mud)
Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward

Black boy in prison for selling a bit of green when his white friend is shouting “you never search me”
Both lads are just trying to pay for their degree, the government are blinded
They can’t see the thousands shouting for a better society when they’re sat in their mansions surrounded by aristocracy

Bloody British me, slave to the country’s dim democracy
Yeah, I didn’t vote ‘cause I’m so fucking lazy
Bloody British me, three or more sugars that I stir in my tea and I'm venting about negativity
Ironic - mental or physically, what does health mean to me?

Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward (Forward, what’s that? Fuck that!)
Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward (Forward, what’s that? Fuck that!)
Stuck in the mud (Stuck in the mud) / Stuck in the mud (Stuck in the mud)
Stuck in the mud, can’t move forward

Soon we'll say the good old days have finally gone to stay somewhere else
The same grey cloud will make us say "what a shame"
But we'll get by the same old way, watching the weeks pass 'til we're paid
And our lover says "we've seen better days"

You can change if you’ve got spare change or if a great idea sparks in your brain
There’s not much in it if you play their game
I won’t get tired and I won’t be tamed, if I want a legacy for my name
British blood ain’t all the same

Bloody British me, Guardian and a cup of tea
DMs on my feet and I’m walking down the street
Bloody British me, pick up the penny
Put it in my pocket but I can’t buy a penny sweet
Unlucky me, cornershop blues and childhood defeat
Bloody British me, first-world classic problems that I chuck in the sea
Then I nod my head and switch off when it’s on the TV
Bloody British me, smoking cigs ‘til I’ve got lung disease
NHS looking down at me, shouting “ain’t shit free” (“ain’t shit free”)