Nine times fined 
Never mind 
Things can only improve 
We are just stood here 
Waiting for the next great wound 

And we just can't wait to make more mistakes 
And to fluff our breaks, and to stuff our faces with cake 

All in all, imagine this: 
Nobody loves us 
Dab-hands at Trouble 
With four days of stubble, we are
Never loosen the grip on our hand 

Call us home 
Kiss our cheeks 
Nobody loves us 
So we... oh... we tend to please ourselves 
People think all we do 
Is lie around and think of how 
Rich we'd be if we didn't think 
Life could improve 

And we just can't wait to make more mistakes 
And we just can't wait till the whole thing blows up in our face 

Call us home 
Kiss our cheeks 
Nobody loves us 
Dab-hands at Trouble 
With four days of stubble, we are 
So, never loosen the grip on our hand 
Call us home 
Make our tea 
Nobody loves us 
So we... oh... we tend to please ourselves 

Call us home 
Tuck us in 
Nobody wants us 
Dreamers and schemers 
All pie-eyed, and bog-eyed, and cross-eyed 
Oh, never loosen the grip on our hand 
Whack us, then 
Hug us hard 
Nobody loves us 
So we... oh... we tend to please ourselves 

And we just can't stress, oh, how more the mess 
And complete distress won't make much difference to us 

Sing us our 
Favourite song 
Nobody loves us 
Born-again athiests 
Practising troublemakers 
Make us our 
Favourite jam 
Nobody loves us 
Useless and shiftless 
And jobless 
But we're all yours