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 hand

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 till 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 hand

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 hand

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 troublemakers

Make us our

Favourite jam

Nobody loves us

Useless and shiftless

And jobless

But we're all yours