And if you want to sing along... the lyrics

We took it on the chin The numbers were so grim Bossed around by pricks Stiffen upper lips Pacing in the yard You’re trying to take the mick You must think I’m really thick Looking at the graphs with a magnifying glass Cancel all the tours, football’s fake applause No more travel brochures Virtual premieres I’ve got nothing left to wear Looking out from these prison walls You got to rob Peter if you’re paying Paul But it’s easy, easy everything’s gonna get really freaky All right on the night Soon it’ll be a memory you’re trying to remember to forget... See my poncey books Teach myself to cook Way too much TV, It’s lobotomising me Think I’ve put on weight I’ll have another drink Then I’ll clean the kitchen sink... Shooting the vaccine Bill Gates is in my bloodstream It’s mind control The Earth is flat and cold it’s never warming up The Arctic’s turned to slush The second coming’s late There’s aliens in the deep state