English life is a low grade civil war
The odds and sods of humanity
Still don't have a chance
No matter what they say
Some are malign, others benign
I got up on the wrong side of town
And I will regret it just once
That will be continually
I'm not a man, I'm not a beast
I'm about as shapeless as the man in the moon
Why was I not made of stone like thee
I was at that delicate age
Between life and death
When I threw open the pissflaps
And took my first deep breath
Religion is more than just blind faith
It's a severe mental disorder
And what shall I leave for the rest of us
Well how about an ear full of Dust
I'm not a man, I'm not a beast
I'm about as shapeless as the man in the moon
Why was I not made of stone like thee
Being skint is not a crime
Being stupid is bad enough
But being pointless
That is unforgivable
And most people are exactly that
I got up on the wrong side of town
And I will regret it just once
And that will be continually
I'm not a man, I'm not a beast
I'm about as shapeless as the man in the moon
Why was I not made of stone like thee