Backing up stories what you talk, Earls Court   Nickname like the kangaroo valley   From top to the bottom of the underwalk where boys fuck girls that they never will marry   You’re happy as larry   To dill dally, dark alleys   Back from the rallies   It’s bullshit they say that you got no talent   Well pigs fucking fly   And it aint about oil   And fox news has always been fair and balanced      Do you ever feel like you want to go home?   Lost in the crowd and you feel alone.   Do you ever feel like you want to go home?   Lost in the crowd and you feel alone      Dilly dally past   You’re the last fast man to charge any money on your mobile phone   And it’s all about this, understand man   We'll chat it like dapper dan cos dan’s always talking   Dan chats black Buddy Holly   aint half of the money of the income that he makes down monthly   Through talking down on your mobile phone   While kiddie paints the town with the shilling pence and pounds   Its illegal to think that you ain't fucking prone   To all of the bollocks that is chatting all around you   Sometimes it gets in your head, and you cant get away from the feeling that you’re breaking on the ground   Breaking up no luck   Stop like some fuck   Caught in a right rut, she looks like a right slut   You must lust, touch, cos you want so much   You look so shook, but you’re just man lovestruck      Do you ever feel like you want to go home?   Lost in the crowd and you feel alone.   Do you ever feel like you want to go home?   Lost in the crowd and you feel alone      Do you ever feel like you want to go home?   Lost in the crowd and you feel alone.   Do you ever feel like you want to go home?   Lost in the crowd and you feel alone