How To Hate The Working Classes Lyrics

Dressed like that you're gonna get roughed up
You're like a benefit scrounger in a fun pub
I'll meet you on the corner of Amherst Road
Let's start a party of our own
The stupid years we spent together
We had pet names for each other
Since we stopped talking years and years ago
Let's start a party of our own
I'm on a mission for the masses
How to hate the working classes
And everybody that we ever knew
Let's start a party, just we two
The bloody rain, the bloody dogs, This bloody towns gone to the dogs
And everybody's gay, the straight boys know
Let's start a party of our own
Where everyone we've ever loved
And everyone we've ever f*cked
Will collect their interest in eternity
Not deposit, no return; invest in me
I need a holiday in heaven
The working classes and how to hate them
Everybody that we've ever known
Let's start a party of our own
Let's start a party of our own
I need a holiday in heaven
I need a holiday.

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