Sit down! Just shut up! I'll talk No, you just sit down I'll talk! Can I come back next time dressed in shite And take my place on the land scapes eyes It's the rest who push the policy dream Of fixing life with policy cream Voice your thoughts near big black gates On dead old roads near bricks and grey To the sound of nothing as it breaks the spell There's no witchcraft here, it's just fucking hell We're in the makings of another hole Where we all get the chance to climb on again It's just the makings of another hole That will turn on us all eventually Yeah, I got a roadworks pose even though I'm free I mean I can't really moan because you'll have a go at me So stupid ain't we? We're liked pumped up meat Wet and fried and thick to the slice I got no flies on me, I'm like shit that's white The kind that you tell your kids to pick up if they like I got two brown bins, should I only have one? But what the council don't know won't hurt them We're in the makings of another hole Where we all get the chance to climb on again It's just the makings of another hole That will turn on us all eventually We're in the makings of another hole Where we all get the chance to climb on again It's just the makings of another hole That will turn on us all eventually It's gonna turn on us all And bring us round, round, round Take us back to the top And drag us down, down, down Gonna turn on us all And bring us round, round, round Take us back to the top And drag us down, down, down It's gonna turn on us all And bring us round, round, round Take us back to the top And drag us down, down, down Gonna turn on us all And bring us round, round, round Take us back to the top And drag us down, down, down