Oh I reside in the under side
Where the money hides from the public eye
And the washing lines are full of uniforms
Cos we all had jobs before you was born
I was in Shudehill, city won 2-0
So a rode a smoke cloud to mushroom hill
I was up all night, cos the money's tight
But the government, don't give a fuckin shite
Drama, Drama, what a palaver
Bless your mother, shame on your father
Drama, Drama, what a palaver
Bless your mother, shame on your father
We've never had nowt,
We're still renting the house,
We're still paying for the couch
Landlord tryna kick us out
Debts popping up in big amounts I ain't tryna stick about
I was just a youngen I thought I had it all figured out
Tryna grip and ounce in a drought cos
There's no jobs going and I'm down for the count
Rents due by now I should of found the amount
That I owe to the Tory party
That new form of nazi
Where's that NHS money
The shit you bought ya car with
Can I quote Sir Paul McCartney
Help I need somebody
Tell Teresa May to smoke some weed and maybe find a decent hobbie
Cos she needs to cough up what the people wanted
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 I reside by the underside
Where the couples fight, in the public eye
And the pension plan, is like a unicorn
Cos it's a bloody myth they're telling to the poor
I was in Shudehill, city lost 2-0
So I rode smoke cloud to a pile of pills
I was up all night, cos the money's tight
But the government, don't give a fuckin shite
Drama, Drama, what a palaver
Bless your mother, shame on your father
Drama, Drama, what a palaver
Bless your mother, shame on your father