Lyrics:

Hey short back and sides
Just whose side you on
Which team did you pick
Now the whistle's gone

We are the bland leading the bland
Leading the lame to dance
The steps of dead men
Bland leading the deaf
Leading the dumb
To sing the songs of white bread
Bland leading the bland
Leading the bland

Hey you skinny freak
What makes you a star
Can't you be like us
Much less fuss by far

We are the bland leading the blonde
Leading the vacuous in vicious circles
Blend in with the
Bland leading the band
To play the tunes of grey backed jerks
Leading the jokes who poke
The jams inside our boring doughnuts

And you know we can't complain, oh no

But if we did complain
We might find in our freed up brains
The mains plug for the power
To make things better (better, better, better)

But if we don't complain
It means that we accept the chains
And I want to rise (rise up)
Yeah, I want to rise (rise up)
I want to rise (rise up)
Yeah, I want to rise above the (rise up)...

We are the bland leading the blonde
Leading the vacuous in vicious circles
Blend in with the
Bland leading the bland
To play the tunes of grey backed jerks
Leading the jokes who poke
The jams inside our boring doughnuts

And you know we can't complain
And you know we can't complain

That's why things will stay the same
Oh no!