[Verse 1: Hannah Mee, Hannah Mee & Jimmy Shaw]
Your manifesto, it's all a mess, though
Seen better prose from magazines in Tesco
You spark an essay on 'what you say goes'
Three pints down and I bet you think you're Rousseau

[Chorus: Jimmy Shaw & Hannah Mee]
Born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your god, come friendly bombs

[Verse 2: Jimmy Shaw]
Div on the TV, it's like he sees me
Bouncing by the ounce until I feel queasy
Here's a reset, nuclear sunset
No onе's getting out alive

[Chorus: Jimmy Shaw & Hannah Mee]
I was born in chains in a world that's gone insanе, so goodbye
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your god, come friendly bombs
[Breakdown: Jimmy Shaw]
Sit down and listen, ah
Tick-tock on the doomsday clock
We're the VIPs of the aftershock
Tick-tock on the doomsday clock
We're the VIPs of the aftershock

[Chorus: Jimmy Shaw & Hannah Mee]
Born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your god, come friendly bombs
Come friendly bombs