When did it take it's toll? The sex, the drugs or the vegan sausage rolls. You hark back to days of old. Your dear old Albion. What made it all so great? There's no work there's no dinner on your plate. Does that Bulldog tattoo fade? Knowing Britain never loved you. You wrote us off before we'd even started. I ain't surprised but I can't deny I feel a little bit gutted. Next time you back us up into a corner. You best believe we'll come out swinging we've had enough of your Na na na nonsense Nigel (X3). It's our time down here. As you prop up the bar, Chat second homes and second cars. Oh to be working class, And yet somehow voting Tory. What about your mates? What about the kids from your old estate? What about the rental rates? You sold us down the swanny. You wrote us off before we'd even started. I ain't surprised since your mince pies have all been woolen coated. Next time you back us up into a corner. You best believe we'll come out swinging we've had enough of yourNa na na nonsense Nigel (X3). It's our time down here. We never say die, die, die, die (X8). Na na na nonsense Nigel (X3). It's our time down here.