Happy (God’s Own Country)

[Verse 1]
I came out feet first and dancing
Pause for a round of applause
I came up grasping for greatness
A coffin in search of a corpse

[Pre-Chorus]
A bad joke, but they keep on laughing
A bad story to tell
A bad lie, but the suit's okay
A bad debt, well, they sure won't pay it

[Chorus]
So do what I say
Not what I do
Blood on their hands does not run blue

[Verse 2]
Wake up, the hammers are humming
The snails are out salting the Earth
Get out, where's everyone going?
This ship isn't sinking itself

[Pre-Chorus]
A bad song, but they keep on dancing
A bad story to tell
A bad lie, but the suit's okay
A headline? Well, they sure won't say it

[Chorus]
So do what I say
Not what I do
Blood on their hands does not run blue

[Bridge]
Economists with bedside manners
Tax return, pop killer batches
Chipping Norton, doors on latches
Five bed flat pack, Neo-Fascist
Kitchen surface, polished granite
The market's up in sunny Thanet
Incorporating calisthenics, cottagecore and market ethics
That Soho house alt-right aesthetic is taking over

[Outro]
But this is God's own country
But I am my own man
So if God don't want me?
Then God don't want me
I bet they hope those feet
In ancient times
Just kept on walking