| A nation of the finest shopkeepers
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| Now a nation of cloudy eyed checkout girls
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| Career opportunities love
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| You can stack the shelves
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| Or if you’re lucky you can work the tills
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| And all the lads are packed off fighting
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| Now that you’d know
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| 'Cause no one ever says a word
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| Blair’s legacy a barrel of oil
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| Depression recession
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| It’s a mess a bloody mess and that’s all
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| Hello we’re the generation
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| Who do what we’re told
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| By the corporation hello
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| Hello we’re the generation
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| Who do what we’re told
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| By the corporations hello
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| A nation of the finest shopkeepers
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| Now a nation that’s quietly answering calls
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| Career opportunities love
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| You can man the phones
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| If you’re lucky you’ll scrub the floors
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| And all the lads are packed off fighting
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| They never knew
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| Thought that they might see the world
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| Shellshocked in a dusty old hell hole
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| Wishing for the kisses
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| Of a cloudy eyed checkout girl
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| Yeah that’s all
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| Hello we’re the generation
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| Who do what we’re told
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| By the corporation hello
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| Hello we’re the generation
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| Who do what we’re told
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| By the corporations hello
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| Oh hello
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| Hello Hello Hello
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| Generation corporation hello
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| Hello we’re the generation
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| Who do what we’re told
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| By the corporation hello |