Right around the corner where our money's 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 they've
left us living off the pickings from the landfill

We need a strong horse, a straight back and a sure
foot to lift us away up out of this rut.

So awake little Britain, and arise I'm so sick of being
put down I feel like I've been vandalised,
schoolrooms are bursting with our wasted youth it feels
like you're doing something shameful when you tell the truth