Sports Team - Happy (God’s Own Country) Lyrics

I came out feet first and dancing
Pause for the round of applause
I came up grasping for greatness
A coffin in search of the corpse
A bad joke but they keep on laughing
A bad story to tell
A bad lie but the suits okay it
A bad debt, well they sure won't pay it

So do what I say, not what I do
Blood on their hands does not run blue

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
A bad song but they keep on dancing
A bad story to tell
A bad line but the suits okay it
A headline? Well they sure won't say it

So do what I say, not what I do
Blood on their hands does not run blue

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

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