Anaglypta, portaloos

Double glazing, snakeskin shoes

V8 twincam, lightning strikes

Mental illness, Pennine hikes

Great North Runs and parking bays

Eminem meets Peter Glaze

Last bus home and suicide

Cheesecake and formaldehyde

 

Miniskirts, pay and display

Alloy wheels and Peter Kay

Pop-ups, blouses, USBs

Berlusconi, birds and bees

Window locks and Euro notes

Quarter pounders, early strokes

Junction boxes, marriage vows

Freddy, Jason, Robbie, howls

 

Don’t you know, don’t you know

Can’t you see your life is great

And everything that you hold dear

Brings a smile to your soul

But don’t you know, don’t you know

Can’t you see your life is shit

And everything that you hold dear

Is a lie to your soul

 

Coronary fry-ups, nicotine fags

Clogged-up veins and Nike ads

Red tops teach you the Lord’s Prayer

A new religion from thick air

Sore heads, beggars, well-mown grass

Off the peg and Kylie’s ass

Sports utility, sodium lamps

Early death and midnight cramps

 

Shell suits, conkers, the Queen Vic

Beckham free kicks cure the sick

Insulation, heated tanks

Ugly faces, wasted wanks

Dreadful lager, happy daze

Big sandcastles, tiny waves

Barbed wire fences, bloodied sheets

Mixed-up concrete, window leaks

 

Don’t you know, don’t you know

Can’t you see your life is shit

And everything that you hold dear

Is a lie to your soul

But don’t you know, don’t you know

Can’t you see your life is great

And everything that you hold dear

Brings a smile to your soul