Middle Men

Lyrics for Middle Men

New Labour The metropolis of discontent and lost dreams Benson and messes and Denim Jeans I'm gutted, I didn't think y'would Fly-tippin' down at The Sherwood The clink of strong drink, racing green paint crack Victorian sinks And flushed is the system, I can't swim, so I sink The Earth moves the kerb, it makes the fag areas stink Warp like a tree and bitter twist nicotine we be Middle men, the metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men Middle men, the metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men Monda dinner Archway Dead the drink of a victim, bad brains The dead man's milk Wilko's will have it, they got everything The dome on the stately home, we got painted in the fumes from commuters Make my bacon, threaten strangers with shooters Car stereo shops that launder dirty dosh Don't look you in the eye when you walk yo' dog I bet they're all battered in the back on that Hedgehog, Sonic Level in ten minutes, two minutes flat Whole bloody fuckin' shop's on it, whoa Middle men, the metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men Middle men, the metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men Nine hundred pounds for a picture of Debbie Harry in art shops Make me laugh my head off Instead, with a feelin' of nothin' Floating your ears, miss each other They don't do much Talking like props in a film about Top Gun Tears, Top Gun glasses The new opium for the lasses Rescue dog like, fuck, the wood catches fire Patrick Cox loafers size, ten in brown Loved them, out the shop window is still controlled by the man, lol Middle men, the metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men Middle men, the metropolis of discontent Red and orange lights and old men Where are we going? Where are we going? New Labour