Little Cub - Millennium People

Dust billows over the boutiques

The bookshops and bureau de change

When Ballard is out putting bombs in the Tate

This culture is rotting our brains

You think you’re a man of the people

But what kind of people d’you know

When conscience is clutching your balls in its hands

You’re buying your lunch in Tesco



But maybe it’s time, say goodbye

The great British lifeboat capsized

And domestic man took a stand

And pulled down his trousers on the Strand

And we’ll all degrade ourselves for public health

Until no one gives a shit

We’ll bring the people together now in the cesspit



Smoke shadows over the houses

So tell me how much will you take

When boredom and violence become one and the same

Why not lobotomise yourself today

Well you say you’re a fan of the movies

So come make a porno with me

Whilst you’re laughing at signs on the picketing lines

We were drowning ourselves in TV



But maybe it’s time, say goodbye

The great British lifeboat capsized

And domestic man took a stand

And pulled down his trousers on the Strand

And we’ll all degrade ourselves for public health

Until no one gives a shit

We’ll bring the people together now in the cesspit

Written by:
Dominic Gore, Duncan Tootill, Ady Acolatse, Sam Scott, Dominic Hand, Alexis Smith

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