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