[Verse 1:]
The country's dyin' screams, squabblin' boats and elite
Who overlook the abuse in children's homes
The abuse of human right for the lust of yachts in sights
I can't even spell the word job, alright
And if it gets far too much, they'll bury the stories
With more abuse on a national scale
The mail don't fail, it will gather you like willing subjects to sew the upset
And turn me into a raving half-wit on government time I've got a Westminster mind

[Chorus:]
A national hero called Mr. Zero
The mail don't fail
The mail don't fail

[Verse 2:]
Deirdre set your fat and your dead body mistakes
On frosted flakes, green line on night shifts
Green lawn on nightshift
Exhausted voices, payin' out rates
Death sloop, no lettuce, no mates
No chance of an holiday on a rotor full of rigor mortis
That ain't latin, that's like it or lump it
Flowers strapped to lampposts and
Bikes sprayed white to signify the loopholes?
The carve? instead - angel's delight

[Chorus:]
A national hero called Mr. Zero
The mail don't fail
The mail don't fail

[Verse 3:]
Looks about and looks of it's too late
Looks of depression and management inefficiency
The guideline's blurred in situations
No clear route matches the expectations
They've all gone, nobody gives a toss
It's all hold together by a thin grasp
Reason, company ethos, that's where
Everybody snapped in the workhouse lair
Please, sir, can I have some more?
I nicked the staff key for the public toilet door, 'cos
The customer one is a real slice of life
Dried up wee on the lid, yeah, that's nice
Eamonn Andrews and This Is Your Life

[Chorus:]
A national hero called Mr. Zero
The mail don't fail
The mail don't fail

[Verse 4:]
Panic attack, panic room, knick-knack paddywhack
panic, that's no tie
It's too hot for that sod it, boss
I ain't lookin' three buttons down
I look daft, it's John Travolta man
One to one's a merely silent, get done
No, get down! No dragon's den, just dandruff, mate
Nightmare, panic attack, panic room
knick-knack paddywhack panic, that's no tie
It's too hot for that sod it boss
I ain't lookin' three buttons down
I look daft, it's John Travolta man
One to one's a merely silent, man
Panic attack, panic room, knick-knack paddywhack
Panic. That's no tie, that's no tie
Where's your tie?
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The Mail Don't Fail Lyrics

Sleaford Mods – The Mail Don't Fail Lyrics