When the first punch knocks you down
And you are lying prostrate on the ground
In your sponsored tracksuit
And all your soldiers are disarmed
Remember to stay alert but not alarmed
While I hit you
Cos you're a liar and we are tired
We are sick of compromise
Diminished by the fucking lies
Sick of being patronised.
Well you've been power walking now for hours
Sickly sweat frosting your brow
Your minders don't know how
To tell you their solemn vow to step in
That was a non-core promise
You're mine again
Cos you're a liar and we are tired
We are sick of compromise
Diminished by the fucking lies
Sick of being patronised.