[Verse 1]
Five Flucloxacillin rattle in the pit of my purse
Among the ones and the twos, I never finished a course
Doctor said, "Don't drink on antibiotics"
Reply, "It doesn't matter, hangover's always chronic anyway"
[Pre-Chorus]
A peloton of OAPs cycling up behind me
Shouting, "Step up your paces, we've got places to be"
A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my slipstream
I turn, "Shut up your faces, I'm not your domestique"
[Chorus]
They say if they had got the victory
They'd act with so much more humility
They say if they had got the victory
Well, I guess we'll never know
[Verse 2]
Am I a piggy bank of obsolete currency?
An order of merit from country known for tyranny?
Another blister pack pops, but I still feel much the same
Thirty-one, and depression is a young man's game
[Verse 3]
Found a fiver screwed up inside a prescription receipt
From the salbutamol (No, a gift from the sertraline)
Hallowed be somnolence brought on by the tramadol
Damned be the knowledge that's it, now you have tried 'em all
[Pre-Chorus]
A peloton of OAPs cycling up behind me
Shouting, "Step up your paces, we've got places to be"
A pile-on of OAPs crashing in my slipstream
I turn, "Shut up your faces, I'm not your domestique"
[Chorus]
They say if they had got the victory
They'd act with so much more humility
They say if they had got the victory
Well, I guess we'll never know
Well, I guess we'll never know
Well, I guess we'll never know
Well, I guess we'll never know
