Spineless

I've been hung out to dry
I left my nerve on the washing line
And I've got no spine, no spine
Until I'm clutching my 5th pint
Of free speech
I was never taught how to make
A rainy day not spit in my face all week
I'm on my knees
And you said no condolences
You don't notice me
The case is closed at least
I hope it is or I'll make
My return in the morning brief
It's always the same theme
Why always me?
Balotelli, Balotelli, Balotelli
And you'll see me on the telly
The telly, the telly
Silencе
Are you licensed to bе a tyrant
Sound the sirens
Old news, old news
Old news, old news
Silence
Are you licensed to be a tyrant
Sound the sirens
Old news, old news
Old news, old news
I've been hung out to dry
I left my nerve on the washing line
And I've got no spine, no spine
Until I'm clutching my 6th pint of free speech
I was never taught how to make
A rainy day not spit in my face all week
I'm on my knees, my knees
Silence
Are you licensed to be a tyrant
Sound the sirens
Old news, Old news
Old news, old news
Silence
Are you licensed to be a tyrant
Sound the sirens
Old news, old news
Old news, old news
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Silence
Are you licensed to be a tyrant
Sound the sirens
Old news, Old news
Old news, old news