Crass

And I've been thinking about going down south
 Where the dust gets in your nose and you can put your money where your mouth is
 Tesco to Waitrose
 From The Wyre to The Thames
 Can't see my conscience in this muddy, muddy, muddy water
 These buildings all look the same
 The concrete wraps around the low budget airlines
 And the sounds of people walking quickly
 Where the sand can't get in your toes
 Home of the lions and the hot, hot, hot weather
 You're not a child anymore
 Ask where the money goes to
 The land was ablaze
 It started to rain and I was back again
 Drowning myself in sweat
 And I think me and Kanye might still have sex
 That building wasn't there the other day
 I wonder what's inside it
 Artificial lawn culture
 Flattering angles
 I say the same thing ten times to illicit a response
 There's nothing I love more than the sound of my own voice
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 By the blood of a Catholic
 BMOT
 I'm sorry
 For being so narcissistic
 People tell me what to say
 I'm just a man
 Robbie's gone
 And I'm more than just a Jason in your damn Take That cover band
 I wish I was like you
 I've always wanted to go slumming
 Compose myself of all vertical shapes
 Because I've heard it's slimming
 Sometimes I go up north but only to take pictures
 And me and my friends only ever talk of making Richard richer
 You're not a child anymore
 Ask where the money goes to
 The land was ablaze
 It started to rain and I was back again
 Drowning myself in sweat
 And I think me and Kanye might still have sex
 I swear that building wasn't there yesterday
 What's inside it?
 Artificial lawn culture
 Flattering angles
 I say the same thing ten times to illicit a response
 There's nothing I love more than the sound of my own voice
 In the morning