[Intro]
The sun has wound down on Birmingham
The day cleared up. It's pretty grand
I did a little job with a friend of mine
Emptied the pockets of the people in line

[Verse 1]
I could do a lot worse on a Saturday night
I could sit in my flat and think of maybes and mights
I've been a long time coming just to get to here
If it comes this easy, you don't shed a tear

[Chorus]
We do what we can, in Birmingham
We stick to the plan, in Birmingham
We make a few grand, in Birmingham
We live off the land, in Birmingham

[Verse 2]
Maybe I should clarify:
I'm a bit complicated for such a simple guy
I don't need much, a few little things
Some illicit riches to live like a king
I never was one to really believe
All that talk about being where you're supposed to be
The truth is a joke, well it's just a cliche
Like: "Life's what you make it" or "Live for today"
[Chorus]
We're taking a stand, in Birmingham
We stick it to the man, in Birmingham
We grow on the land, in Birmingham
We don't give a damn, in Birmingham
We do what we can, in Birmingham
We stick to the plan, in Birmingham
We make a few grand, in Birmingham
We live off the land, in Birmingham