Derek, What Are You Trying To Prove? Lyrics

They say "It's a small world"
But the small minds in this city
Can't see outside The Moor
We laughed it all off
But these results really shine halo
On New Labour of '94
Let's get out of this town
I won't let these bigots drag us all down

What used to be a joke to the few that were good
Has been announced to the whole wide world
The inbred and the ignorant have risen to the top
And brought shame on this shitty county
We used to laugh and say
"You won't believe all these things that I heard while I was at work"
We're no longer laughing
It's no longer funny
This shit just got a whole lot worse

Let's get out of this town
I'm too fucking Polish to be sticking around

They're finding their way through
While the best of a bad bunch are slowly rotting
We can't really stay here
There's people buying into Andrew Brons and Mark Collett
Let's get out of this town
This British pride does not make us proud

Parliament's long run out
Of anyone worth caring about
(We can't change this)
But don't get drawn into
Pointing fingers at anyone but them
(They fucked it up)
All this dissolution
Doesn't call for their fucked up solutions
(They can't change this)
Why won't we heed
All these warnings from history
(We're so fucked up)