Nine times fined never mind things can only improve we are just stood here waiting for the next great wound and we just can't wait to make more mistakes and to fluff our breaks and to stuff our faces with cake
All in all: imagine this Nobody loves us dab-hands at Trouble with four days of stubble, we are Never loosen the grip on our hands call us home, kiss our cheeks nobody loves us So we... oh... we tend to please ourselves
People think all we do is lie around and think of how rich we'd be if we didn't think life could improve and we just can't wait to make more mistakes and we just can't wait ‘til the whole thing blows up in our face
Call us home, kiss our cheeks nobody loves us dab-hands at Trouble with four days of stubble, we are So never loosen the grip on our hands call us home, make our tea nobody loves us So we... oh... we tend to please ourselves
Call us home, tuck us in nobody wants us dreamers and schemers all pie-eyed and bog-eyed and cross-eyed oh, never loosen the grip on our hands whack us, then - hug us hard nobody loves us So we... oh... we tend to please ourselves
And we just can't stress oh, how more the mess and complete distress won't make much difference to us
Sing us our favourite song nobody loves us born-again athiests practising trouble-makers make us our favourite jam nobody loves us useless and shiftless and job-less but we're all yours.