This one's for your heart and for your mind
The melody's in four-four time
You get in right and it rings true
And now they're coming out in droves
Out of the burrows to the shows
There's nothing else to do

All I want is to scream out loud
And have it up with a mental crowd
'Cause I believe somehow
The world's fucked but it won't get me down

To the thug you can't cultivate
Scrubs working by the prison gate
Your mum, your son-in-law and your lonely lies, too
They boxed off your heart, they boxed off your mind
You collect your food in four-four time
To cope with your lonely life, too

[?] shakes to change the rhythm
Feeling monkey play the pipe
It's a given, given on your back

All I want is to scream out loud
And have it up with a mental crowd
'Cause I believe somehow
The world's fucked but it won't get me down

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Writer(s): CARL BARAT, GARY POWELL, JOHN HASSALL, PETER DOHERTY