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We’re Back at the End Again


Come and whimper,
pot-bellied like a cuck
scroll though everything you know you’ll never have.
Picture your partner happy
closing the door in your face
let it loop like a gif.
Your child being thrown in the air
by the well-toned arms of better man,
your drunk mother shitting herself at sports day.
Go fixed-point gambling
wank in the train toilets.
Go on, it’s your birthday.

Back, Back, Back at the End again x 2

Come, come on, meet me,
there’s a Shell garage on the south circular
a Burger King at Thurrock services
a month of Tuesday evenings in November
they’d be perfect.
Let’s finger each other like fifteen year olds
bash teeth with morning breath
let’s talk about the sofas we’ll own in our 40s
our dream sofas
our forever sofas.

Back, Back, Back at the End again x 2

Spend easter weekend with a dozen TV agents
and some bloke you assume to be their dealer
cheer up, Kit Harrington is on the One Show
hasn’t he done well
Look at Kit Harrington,
he was in that thing,
y’know, that thing
Look at Kit Harrington.
Plunder yourself for parts.

Back, Back, Back at the End again x 2

So snap that elastic band
in the post office queue
at parent’s evening
in the flickering gloom of the village film club.
Julia Hartley-Brewer is here with her strap-on
go on, you know you want to
you can be your own optimism
she’ll be …
Julia Hartley-Brewer
submit like you always do
no one hates you, mate
no one’s even noticed.

Back, Back, Back at the End again x 2

It’s tailbacks for miles in both directions
feel the heft of your gut,
the spot on your pubis
pull your ugliest face,
look in the toilet bowl
smell the panic seeping from your armpits
submit to the sugar tax,
keep on glugging
that’s it, keep on glugging
keep on glugging
Run your tongue over your furry teeth
picture yourself as a 4 year old
squinting in the sunlight
holding a spade
so unspoiled, so sweet
that’s it, that’s it, good boy
weep.

We’re the People Who Run The Country so come blame it all on us x 8
A blend of thug and gentry, but no sir, we’re not out of touch.

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from The People Who Run The Country, released October 26, 2022
Wright / Taylor / Catskilkin

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The People Who Run The Country Sheffield, UK

The People Who Run The Country roll their misanthropic fun wagon of pop into 2022 and suddenly things don’t seem that bad any more. Sure, life might be a shit show but just look at the lights!

Their debut single gained Radio 6 airplay and this Autumn they’re bringing out their debut LP. ... more

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