Lyrics

Stop being an ass and make an account
It's out of your pocket there is nothing to count
You talk and talk and talk of being upper ten
But everytime your up there you come back down again

We got the polocies and they're full of doubt
and half of the nation just wants to get out
It started with the gypsies from the isle to the north
and it all became.
A Wasted World,
It's a Wasted World

Now we're in the wild with our sword and a strap
Campaigning latitudes that means nothing but crap
and God only knows who is next on our mind
a periless country if they cross the dotted line

We got the polocies and they're not very clear
an epidemic spreads of rage and fear
the planes are coming back and they have all got lich
and it all from our...
Wasted World
Our Wasted World
Wasted World
Our Wasted World