[Verse 1] Under the weight of a broken nose It’s not that simple, but he won’t seem to notice There must be more to this So leave those sinker states and let’s book a holiday We’re painting all the counties in blue ‘Cause we’re already boring, and we’re already hoarding What else have we got left to accrue?
[Pre-Chorus] And the ramblers will say “It’s got a marvelous view” But we don’t know how many lives it took, no Thеy’ll never know what you knew
[Chorus] And wе’re so calm, but we’re (Fucking scared, fucking scared) And we’re so calm, but we’re (Fucking scared, fucking scared) And we’re so calm, but we’re (Fucking scared, fucking scared) And we’re so calm, but we’re fucking scared of people like you
[Verse 2] Under the weight of some Sertraline A couple Prozacs and now I’m pumping dopamine There must be more to this We’ve got a country house now, old dog has been put down now Oh, it’s nice to be your entry Custom licence plate on our Audi R8 How many grocers does one county need?
[Bridge] And the ramblers will say “It’s still a marvellous view” But the treadmill still loops Your hedonic misuse
[Breakdown] So come on, one and all to see the apathy The rings of graced dead souls that fill the tapestry I look to all of you and see a different fucking species Aspiration for a different destination to me Across the Pennines, thin blue line and the night for the fall Would do something, if it wasn’t also half my fault ‘Cause I’m so high, my brain can’t even look at the fall And when you’ve reached the top, there’s nowhere else to go but—