Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baxter Dury
Baxter Dury
Lead Vocals
JGRREY
JGRREY
Lead Vocals
Billy Fuller
Billy Fuller
Bass Guitar
Paul Epworth
Paul Epworth
Percussion
Damon Reece
Damon Reece
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Baxter Dury
Baxter Dury
Lyrics
Paul Epworth
Paul Epworth
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Epworth
Paul Epworth
Producer
David Wrench
David Wrench
Mixing Engineer
Luke Pickering
Luke Pickering
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
You're just a bunch of soul-fuckers
Who rate yourselves
You're just a bunch of soul-fuckers
In beige lapels
I'll sit back and admire how much you hate yourself
You're just a bunch of soul-fuckers
You total cunts
[Verse 1]
Childlike in every fucking way
Shit me up anyway
A sad lunch face, the pasteurised
Unusual-looking models
Nihilism toffs, your face is curdled
And all these roads that lead to Allbarone
And the fashion firing squad
The moon-kissers, the party-starters
The Succession people, the absolute
Return of the sharp heads and dainty-fingered cunts
[PreChorus]
Hey, where are you?
Where is this?
Who are you?
Is this the wrong floor?
Is this the wrong floor? Ah
[Chorus]
You're just a bunch of soul-fuckers
Who rate yourselves
You're just a bunch of soul-fuckers
In beige lapels
I'll sit back and admire how much you hate yourself
You're just a bunch of soul-fuckers
You total cunts
[Verse 2]
Pleated, unwashed, stubbly communists
Signet ring, boiler suits
Vintage cashmere, inappropriate love-maker
I'll sit and commit to write down and fight and bathe
And what was never said, but I'll say it anyway
S.S. Trousers and charity-shop haircuts
Big fat lovers, big fat Olympic, Ozempic hips
Your slippy knees, offensive neck
Crew me up, tie me down, love me forever
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me
[PreChorus]
Hey, where are you?
Where is this?
Who are you?
Is this the wrong floor?
Is this the wrong floor? Ah
[Instrumental]
This world might mean something to you
If you make an effort with these soul-fuckers
Gold lapels
Stop that laughing
This world might mean something to you
If you make an effort with these soul-fuckers
Gold lapels
Stop that laughing
Written by: Baxter Dury, Paul Epworth
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