How To Hate The Working Classes

Dress like that, you're gonna get roughed up

You're like a benefit scrounger in a fun pub

I'll meet you on the corner of Amherst Road

Let's start a party of our own

The stupid years we spent together

We had pet names for each other

Since we stopped talking years and years ago

Let's start a party of our own

I'm on a mission for the masses

How to hate the working classes

And everybody that we ever knew

Let's start a party, just we two

The bloody rain, the bloody dogs,

This bloody towns gone to the dogs

And everybody's gay, the straight boys know

Let's start a party of our own

Where everyone we've ever loved

And everyone we've ever ****ed

Will collect their interest in eternity

No deposit, no return; invest in me

I need a holiday in heaven

The working classes and how to hate them

Everybody that we've ever known

Let's start a party of our own

Let's start a party of our own

I need a holiday in heaven

I need a holiday