Lyrics:

Chao, chao, chao, chao, chao, chao
Chao, chao, chao, chao
This country's dying, screams, squabbling bones
An elite who overlooked the abuse in children's homes
The abuse of human rights for the lust of yacht's insides
I can't even spell the word yacht, 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'll gather you like willing subjects to sow the upset
And turn me into a raving halfwit
On government time, I've got a Westminster mind
A national hero called Mr Zero
The mail don't fail
The mail don't fail
Deidre sez, 'You're fat and you're dead'
Body mistakes on frosted flakes, green line on night shift
Green lawn on night shift, exhausted voices paying out rates
Desk slug, no lettuce, no mates
No chance of an holiday on a rota full of rigor mortis
That ain't Latin, that's like it or f- in' lump it
Flowers strapped to lamp posts
And bike sprayed white to signify the new ghost
The car that sped angel's delight

A national hero called Mr Zero
The mail don't fail
The mail don't fail
(A national hero) looks of hate and looks of it's too late
Looks of depression and management inefficiency
The guidelines blurred in situations
No clear route matches the expectations
They've all gone, nobody gives a toss
It's all held together by a thin grasp
Reason, company ethos, that's where
Everybody's snapped in the workhouse lair
'Please Sir, can I have some more?'
I nicked the staff key for the public toilet door
Cause 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

A national hero called Mr Zero
The mail don't fail
The mail don't fail
Panic attack, panic room
Nick-nak, paddy-wack-panic
That's no tie, it's too hot for that, sod it, boss
Ain't looking three buttons down
I look daps, John Travolta man
One to ones are merely sign in
And get done, no, get down
No dragon's den, just dandruff, mate, nightmare
Panic attack, panic room
Nick-nak, paddy-wack-panic
That's no tie, it's too hot for that, sod it, boss
I ain't looking three buttons down
I look daps, John Travolta man
One to ones are merely sign in, man
Panic attack, panic room
Nick-nak, paddy-wack-panic
That's no tie, that's no tie, where's y-, where-, where's your tie?