Nine times fined
Never mind
Things can only improve
We are just stood here
Waiting for the next great wound

And we just can't wait
To make more mistakes
And to fluff our breaks
And to stuff our faces with cake

All in all, imagine this
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at Trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
Never loosen the grip on our hand

Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
So we
Oh, we tend to please ourselves

People think all we do
Is lie around and think of how
Rich we'd be if we didn't think
Life could improve

And we just can't wait
To make more mistakes
And we just can't wait till
The whole thing blows up in our face

Call us home
Kiss our cheeks
Nobody loves us
Dab-hands at Trouble
With four days of stubble, we are
So, never loosen the grip on our hand

Call us home
Make our tea
Nobody loves us
So we
Oh, we tend to please ourselves

Call us home
Tuck us in
Nobody wants us
Dreamers and schemers
All pie-eyed and bog-eyed and cross-eyed
Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand

Whack us, then
Hug us hard
Nobody loves us
So we
Oh, we tend to please ourselves

And we just can't stress
Oh, how more of a mess
And complete distress
Won't make much difference to us

Sing us our
Favourite song
Nobody loves us
Born-again athiests
Practising troublemakers

Make us our
Favourite jam
Nobody loves us
Useless and shiftless
And job-less
But we're all yours