Shudehill - Shotty Horroh

Oh I reside by the underside

Where the money hides from the public eye

And the washing lines are full of uniforms

'Cause we all had jobs before you was born

I was in Shudehill, City won 2 nil

So a rode a smoke cloud to a mushroom hill

I was up all night, 'cause the money’s tight

But the government, don’t give a fuckin' shite

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father

We’ve never had nowt, we’re still renting the house

We’re still paying for the couch

Landlord tryna kick us out

Debts popping up in big amounts, I ain’t tryna stick about

I was just a youngen, I thought I had it all figured out

Tryna grip and ounce in a drought 'cause

There’s no jobs going and I’m down for the count

Rents due by now I should of found the

Amount that I owe to the Tory party

That new form of Nazi

Where’s all that NHS money?

That shit you bought ya car with

Can I quote Sir Paul McCartney

Help I need somebody

Tell Theresa May to smoke a weed

And maybe find a decent hobby

'Cause she needs to cough up

What the people wanted

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father

Oh I reside by the underside

Where the couples fight in the public eye

And the pension plan

Is like a uni-corn, 'cause it’s bloody myth

They’re telling to the poor

I was in Shudehill, City lost 2−0

So a rode a smoke cloud to a pile of pills

I was up all night, 'cause the money’s tight

But the government, don’t give a fuckin' shite

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father

Drama, drama, what a palaver

Bless your mother, shame on your father