[Verse 1: Hannah Mee, Hannah Mee & Jimmy Shaw] Your manifesto, it's all a mess, though Seen better prose from magazines in Tesco You spark an essay on ' what you say goes' Three pints down and I bet you think you're Rousseau [Chorus: Jimmy Shaw & Hannah Mee] Born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye (Oh-oh, oh-oh) They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify (Oh-oh, oh-oh) The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone The guns for hire are at the door Pray to your god, come friendly bombs [Verse 2: Jimmy Shaw] Div on the TV, it's like he sees me Bouncing by the ounce until I feel queasy Here's a reset, nuclear sunset No onе's getting out alive [Chorus: Jimmy Shaw & Hannah Mee] I was born in chains in a world that's gone insanе, so goodbye (Oh-oh, oh-oh) They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify (Oh-oh, oh-oh) The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone The guns for hire are at the door Pray to your god, come friendly bombs [Breakdown: Jimmy Shaw] Sit down and listen, ah Tick-tock on the doomsday clock We're the VIPs of the aftershock Tick-tock on the doomsday clock We're the VIPs of the aftershock [Chorus: Jimmy Shaw & Hannah Mee] Born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye (Oh-oh, oh-oh) They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify (Oh-oh, oh-oh) The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone The guns for hire are at the door Pray to your god, come friendly bombs Come friendly bombs