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[Verse]
Middle England battlefield, not the Beverly Hills
Bills stacking sky high, endless pile of wills
Fake smiles in the suburbs, tea cups act tough
Neighbours whisper secrets, life here still rough
[Verse 2]
Commuter train hell, sardines in a can
Posh boss man, clock chimes, here’s the plan
Football on Sundays, pint in each hand
Weekend dreams shattered, drown them in the sand
[Chorus]
Middle class hustle, grind never ends
Fake it to make it, tangled in trends
Dreaming 'bout the high life, sipping on blends
Middle class struggle, where madness extends
[Verse 3]
Council tax biting, garden needs trim
Mortgage haunts nights, sleep feeling slim
Pub crawl therapy, escape the daily grind
But the same problems follow, all in the mind
[Bridge]
Lawns manicured, mask lurking behind
Plastic smiles, fragile hearts they bind
Chasing sunset dreams, classic British plight
Keep pushing forward, through the endless fight
[Verse 4]
Car boots sales, treasures of the broke
Knock-off designer, bloke selling hope
White picket fences, more than a cliché
Trapped in the suburbs, can’t find a way