Now we've entered New Britannia
Lord don't tell me
Love won't work
I've seen my face
Of course I know my place
Yes, I started life retarded
Voices told me, take your chances
So I run through all the things
I've said and done
Is it too late to find someone?
I lie in wait to be undone
By anyone
In bars from Perth to Hampstead we crowd
And canonise the stupid
Still proud, the pavements full,
The praise is loud
At last a victim well endowed
With every quality allowed
The truth will out
Some thrive, we try to keep ourselves alive
Strike first, the rich must be deprived
Or Highgate armies will arrive
I've seen the right
Love won't work
We've lost the urge
Love won't work
Now I come first
Love won't work
We've lost the urge
Love won't work
Now I come first
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