Shudehill

Oh, I reside by the underside

Where the money hides from the public eye

And the washing lines are full of uniforms

'Cause we all had jobs before you were born

I was in Shudehill, City won two-nil

So I rode a smoke cloud to a mushroom hill

I was up all night 'cause the money's tight

But the government don't give a fucking shite, hey

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father, yeah

We've never had now, we're still renting the house

We're still paying for the couch

Landlord tryna kick us out, debts poppin' up in big amounts

I ain't tryna stick about

I was just a youngin, I thought I had it all figured out

Tryna grip an ounce in a drought 'cause

There's no jobs goin' and I'm down for the count

Rent's due by now, I should have found the amount I owe

To the Tory party, that new form of Nazi

Where's all that NHS money? That shit you bought your car with?

Can I quote Sir Paul McCartney? Help, I need somebody

Tell Teresa May to smoke her weed and maybe find a decent hobby

'Cause she needs to cough up what the people wanted, ay

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father, oh, yeah

Oh, I reside by the underside

Where the couples fight in the public eye

And the pension plan is like a unicorn

'Cause it's a bloody myth they're tellin' to the poor

I was in Shudehill, City lost two-nil

So I rode a smoke cloud to a pile of pills

I was up all night 'cause the money's tight

But the government don't give a fucking shite, ay

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father, yeah