| We were morons from the day we were born |
| We believed every word that you said — boy were we wrong |
| We’re all fat now — on the sofas — mini morons — taking over |
| Cos we’re older now, older now, older now, older now |
| We were morons — red, white and blue |
| We were working class kids on the skids — with nothing to do We’re all dead now — in our boxes — holding on to what little we go left |
| Cos it’s over now, over now, over now, over now |
| Read moron newspapers, watch moron television |
| All laid on by slimy little, sleazy little, phony little morons |
| Etonians, Harrovians, think they’re the chosen ones |
| And they poke fun at scruffy little, spotty little, stupid little morons |
| Ha ha ha ha, look at those morons |
| Ha ha ha ha, they do nothing but whine |
| And they’re slow all the time |
| Look at those morons, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind, |
| never mind, never mind, never mind |
| We can leave them behind, while we’re dumbing them down, we’ll be robbing them |
| blind |
| Ah Ah, morons don’t matter at all. |
| No education, no informatioon |
| Morons are boring, ugly and small |
| They lower the tone, lets get rid of them all |
| Will to learn — gone away |
| Force fed garbage every day |
| We’re the slaves of smarmy little, self important, petty little morons |
| Oxford — Cambridge — see how the other half live |
| Steer well clear of lazy little, filthy little, funny little morons |
| Ha ha ha ha, look at those morons |
| Ha ha ha ha, they’re such terrible types |
| And they’re not very bright — look at those morons |
| It’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right, |
| it’s all right, it’s all right, it’s all right |
| Let them fight every night, while they’re missing the point, we can do what we like |
| Ah ah, I’m 60 and what have I got |
| I live in a warzone, surrounded by morons |
| Don’t tell me I’m free when I’m not |
| Ah ah, abandon hope all who live here |
| We are the morons that you declared war on Now everyone’s living in fear |
| We’re starving, it’s something that needs to be said |
| We’re starving, it’s something that needs to be said |
| We’re starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, |
| starving |
| Morons can never escape from the fact, they can never escape and we hate you |
| for that |
| We we’re morons — but then again no, no, no! |
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