She couldn't see how ludicrous it all sounded to me
That life was good in small towns and the disco's were so great
They build their lives 'round stupid things that mean nothing to me
And the things that I believe in are the things they can't see

Said she to me - Why don't you leave the country
Said I to her - I hate the way you speak
Said she to me - I feel the same way to
Said I to her - Y'know I really hate you I hate you

They drive around the car parks in their stupid little cars
Dressing up in Sunday best and going 'round for hours
I find it all so sickening when everyone's the same
Watch the weekend kick in, as we do it all again

I hate you - and your country
And your friends I think you all dance funny
Round those shiney handbags
And the people that you laugh with
All smell of beer and fags

She really wasn't laughing at the poseur who talked shit
I glanced over knowingly but the joke she didn't get
I think I better leave this people mutually impressed
I smile when I would rather take a hammer to their heads