People think all we do
is lie around and think
of how rich we’d be
if we didn’t think life could improve
And we just can’t wait to make more mistakes
And we just can’t wait till the whole thing blows up in our face
Call us home
kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us.
Dab-hands at trouble.
With four days of stubble, we are.
So, never loosen the grip on our hand.
Call us home, make our tea.
Nobody loves us
