Sons of the New Millennium - Cock Sparrer

Born in the nineties, dragged up fast

That’s the way to do it

Talking back got a kick up the arse

You’re lucky you ever got through it

Fighting back didn’t help

They only put you in a line-up

With a fat bald bloke and black DJ

And a Chinese from the takeaway

Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again

This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium

You found some work through clutching at straws

Well you’re gonna pay for that, boy

We’ll spend your money on a worthy cause

Then charge you for the VAT, boy

We’ll let you know when your services

Are surplus to requirements

Be grateful like a young boy should

You know you’ve never had it so good

Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again

This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium

Dad, where is he living now?

Mum, you should have tried to make her proud

Life don’t happen like it should

A Molotov on the street never could

Solve anything but it still feels good

Walk the streets with a cider can

That’s the way to do it

Forget you ever were a man

Remember that you blew it

Did you think we made this world for you?

You couldn’t be more wrong, boy

It’ll soon be time to call it a day

Nothing matters anyway

Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again

This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium

Oh oh, you done it all wrong, you done it all wrong again

This is how we treat the sons of the new millennium