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Angels, angels, angels in the sky, gimme some fuckin' hope
At least send me down a rope so I can climb on up
Life's taken a turn, spent too much time in Wetherspoons
It's just the perfect place to start before you turn into a cartoon
I'm gettin' older every turn around the clock
Hopin' we'll drop an album soon so I can get my own keys and lock
My mum still calls me up and yeah I like that quite a lot
I grab onto what I've got, 'cause one day I might lose the plot
Ridiculously priced clothes do my head in
But as long as Klarna sticks about for long we'll all be fine
I wish you could do buy now, pay later in swanky restaurants
I'd be out almost every night
Yeah, course I'd have the expensive wine, fuckin' hell
Bunch of fuckin' British pricks
Bunch of fuckin' British pricks
Bunch of fuckin' British pricks
Bunch of fuckin' British pricks, yeah
Walkin' 'round in our black white trainers, we think we're famous
We're weekend rockstars datin' pop stars, I fuckin' hate it
Every weekend comin' out on the piss, yeah, we goin' out ravin'
We spend our paychecks and it's Sunday, I actually rate it
We're noisy, we're rowdy, we're fucked up, sit down please
We're pissed up, we're mouthy, lads in loose sniff house keys
We all sing Arctic Monkeys, can't afford our monthlies
Hangin' on a Sunday, life is fuckin' lovely
Bunch of fuckin' British pricks
Bunch of fuckin' British pricks
British pricks
British pricks
Bunch of fuckin' British pricks
Bunch of, bunch of
Bunch of fuckin' British pricks
Bunch of fuckin' British pricks
Bunch of fuckin' British pricks
Bunch of fuckin' British pricks
Angels, angels, angels in the sky
When the sun comes down I'm comin' up
When I'm comin' down, yeah, the sun comes up
Angels, angels, angels in the sky
We're all a bunch of fuckin' British pricks
British pricks
We're noisy, we're rowdy, we're fucked up, sit down please