| Born in the nineties, dragged up fast
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| That’s the way to do it
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| Talking back got a kick up the arse
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| You’re lucky you ever got through it
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| Fighting back didn’t help
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| They only put you in a line-up
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| With a fat bald bloke and black DJ
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| And a Chinese from the takeaway
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| Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again
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| This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium
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| You found some work through clutching at straws
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| Well you’re gonna pay for that, boy
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| We’ll spend your money on a worthy cause
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| Then charge you for the VAT, boy
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| We’ll let you know when your services
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| Are surplus to requirements
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| Be grateful like a young boy should
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| You know you’ve never had it so good
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| Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again
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| This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium
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| Dad, where is he living now?
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| Mum, you should have tried to make her proud
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| Life don’t happen like it should
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| A Molotov on the street never could
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| Solve anything but it still feels good
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| Walk the streets with a cider can
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| That’s the way to do it
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| Forget you ever were a man
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| Remember that you blew it
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| Did you think we made this world for you?
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| You couldn’t be more wrong, boy
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| It’ll soon be time to call it a day
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| Nothing matters anyway
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| Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again
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| This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium
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| Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again
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| This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium |