Press hard 'cause you wanna be in You wanna press hard to be better than in No change, no level is flat Leveling up like a Tory twat No streets, no line of thought No country, now we're distraught No warmth like a paper hat Falls right in when the cloud spat Everybody's getting well narky Fist fights near Sainsbury's car park Well, everybody's getting well narky Cars cut up then smash each other up Press hard when the taste ain't in Ignore them bands that belong in the bin No time to relieve the cut The air smells when the sun burns it up No streets, no line of thought No country, now we're distraught Well, no warmth like a paper hat It falls right in when the cloud spat Well, everybody's getting well narky Fist fights near Sainsbury's car park Well, everybody's getting well narky Cars cut up then smash each other up I wacked someone at the gym He said, "Go on then, get what you need" So I just lost it, let it bleed Flags fly, Union Jack and blue and yellow, our thoughts fly by And what else? We want grain or else When the lines flash past and miss Bus indicates, but you go round it anyway Lice live in hair, so I, Dan Dare, bites Mekon head from Spicy Nights, Bad Madras As the light shines different on this patch, yeah Everybody's getting well narky Fist fights near Sainsbury's car park, yeah Everybody's getting well narky Cars cut up then smash each other up