Born in the nineties, dragged up fast That's the way to do it Talking back got a kick up the arse You're lucky you ever got through it Fighting back didn't help They only put you in a line-up With a fat bald bloke and black DJ And a Chinese from the takeaway Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium You found some work through clutching at straws Well you're gonna pay for that, boy We'll spend your money on a worthy cause Then charge you for the VAT, boy We'll let you know when your services Are surplus to requirements Be grateful like a young boy should You know you've never had it so good Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium Dad, where is he living now? Mum, you should have tried to make her proud Life don't happen like it should A Molotov on the street never could Solve anything but it still feels good Walk the streets with a cider can That's the way to do it Forget you ever were a man Remember that you blew it Did you think we made this world for you? You couldn't be more wrong, boy It'll soon be time to call it a day Nothing matters anyway Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium