We Are All Working Class Now (Explicit)

Here comes old superman

Greased up hair and sweaty palms

Dancing to Adam Ant

Joints can move with buscopan

Cider and cigarettes

The fun and hope that five pound gets

Slurring his alphabet

The face on her who likes to watch

We are we’re all scum and we are having fun

So what the weekend comes you’re a machine gun

Lads in their casual gear

Drinking beer and chasing fear

Cocaine is giving cheer

Pinhole pupils cracking lips

Punks wearing tartan felt

Mohawks oxblood studded belts

Singing like Richard Hell

Smash up smash up that’s their noise

We are we’re all scum and we are having fun

So what the weekend comes you’re a machine gun

We are we’re all scum and we are having fun

So what the weekend comes you’re a machine gun

To be working class living like a rat

You are aristocrats chewing on the fat