Right around the corner where our moneyґs spent
Inside the great white establishment
Where the rules are bent
I think the wheels are stuck,
We need a strong horse
To pull our carriage out,
Out of this rut
Our heels are dragging time is standing still
Theyґve left us living off th epickings
From the landfill
I think the wheel are stuck…
We need a strong horse,
A straight back and sure foot
To lift us away up out of this rut
So aw ake little Britain,
And arise Iґm so sick of being put down
I feel like Iґve been vandalised,
Schoolrooms are bursting with our wasted youth
Feels like youґre doing something shameful
When you tell the truth