Under the weight of a broken nose

It's not that simple, but he won't seem to notice

There must be more to this

So leave those sink estates, and let's book a holiday

We're painting all the counties in blue

'Cause we're already boring, and we're already hoarding

What else have we got left to accrue?

And the ramblers will say

"It's got a marvellous view"

But they don't know how many lives it took, no

They'll never know what you knew

And we're so calm, but we're (Fucking scared, fucking scared)

And we're so calm, but we're (Fucking scared, fucking scared)

And we're so calm, but we're (Fucking scared, fucking scared)

And we're so calm, but we're fucking scared of people like you!

Under the weight of some Sertraline

A couple Prozacs, and now I'm pumping dopamine

There must be more to this

We've got a country house now, old dog has been put down now

It's nice to be around trees

Custom license plate on our Audi R8

How many grocers does one county need?

And the ramblers will say

"It's still a marvellous view"

But that treadmill still looms

With your hedonic misuse

So come on, one and all and see the apathy

The reems of grey stencil that fills the tapestry

I look to all of you and see a different fucking species

Aspiration for a different destination to me

Across the Pennines, there's a thin blue line, a knife and a mall

I would do something if it wasn't all so effortful

'Cause I'm so high, my brain can't even look at the fall

And when you've reached the top, there's nowhere else to go but