So this is great britain and these are our whores 
David and victoria there's hope for us all 
YOu can rule britannia 
the Media will Marry you 
The Build you up to knock you down 
Just like the Berlin Wall 

In a land of hope and glory 
do we really rule the waves? 
The truth is a different story 
We're all just a bunch of slaves 

Yeah this is great britain lets raise a jar 
Just look at georgie best and how it got him so far 
The prince of pleasure lost his crown 
By getting high and getting down 
The Alcoholic Anti-hero's Visabilly Scared 

So come on Great Britain lets sleep around 
Sex is so much fun you better spread it around 
It really is infectious 
and your soul is nothing precious 
so grab some meat and treat your loins 
To that by which their bound 

In a land of hope and glory 
do we really rule the waves? 
The truth is a different story 
We're all just a bunch of slaves 

We'll soon be state Britain 
If our Best freinds have their way 
Just another star upon the flag across the waves
 

i dont live in poverty, i got a little bit of money and i've got a healthy body. I'm not going to let stuff get me upset, and i wont let all the little things get me depressed. 

when i was a young boy i got a stereo and i taped all the songs straight off the radio. 

the sounds that the bands made, and the melodies is all i need to make me feel free. 

sometimes you get so low, you don't know why, or a little upset all inside. May i remind you? that you don't live in poverty, you got your youth, and you got food in your belly. 

I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better. 

I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better. 

i dont live in poverty, i got a little bit of money and i've got a healthy body. I'm not going to let stuff get me upset, and i wont let all the little things get me depressed. 

when i was a young boy i got a stereo and i taped all the songs straight off the radio. 

the sounds that the bands made, and the melodies is all i need to make me feel free. 

sometimes you get so low, you don't know why, and you get a little unsettled inside. May i reind you? that you don't live in poverty, you got your youth, and you got a roof over your head. 

I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better. 

I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better. 

I'll set up a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better. 

I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better. 

I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better. 

I can get a record player, and a generator. Generate the music that makes you feel better

And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill 
... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don't 
Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure 
I am getting desperate as I am getting poor 

Look, here comes another drunk with a face longer than bin Laden's 
And he has drunk so much alochol he can no longer get a hard-on 
Not that he'd ever get a chance to use it 
Women are intelligent and he is stupid 
Lost and lonely he will remain, no amount of alcohol will wash his misery away 

And when I'm out on Saturday with Charlie and Bill 
... if I will or I won't, if I do or I don't 
Nothing is for definite and nothing is for sure 
I am getting desperate as I am getting poor 

All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up 
With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers 
All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up 
I think they're killing me with their grim reality 

Well, a thirty-three year-old grandma comes up to me and says, 
"My family's gonna take over this council estate 
If we keep on giving birth at this rate 
I could've been a great-great-great-grandma by the age of seventy-five
And I will be clad in Burberry, I don't care if I'm dead or alive, 
I don't care if I'm dead or alive." 

All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up 
With their stories and their tears, and their cigarettes and beers 
All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up 
I think they're killing me with their grim reality 
All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up 
A lot is going wrong, you'd better sing along 
All the fucked up fuck ups ******* me up 
(You fucked up fuck ups!)