Next year is the year of the bitch
No one will get lucky
No one will get rich
And we’ll be telling lies
When we say we don’t know why
We talk about this world as if it’s all in bits

Next year is the year of the bitch
The panicking will peak at a piercing pitch
And everyone will hate
And obsess about their weight
And waste away in want
For the things that they once ditched

Where were you when we changed our minds
Put our ideals on ice and our hearts into brine?
Where were you when we fell?
Where were you?

Next year is the year of the bitch
We’ll package up our lives
And take them to the tips
And sit back in our chairs
Assuming fancy airs
As it all falls round our ears, drip by drip

People all just stood around
Watering their lawns as the cities fell down
I could barely make out the time
As the air turned to ash and the sea to slime

Where were you when we changed our minds
Put our ideals on ice and our hearts into brine?
Where were you when we fell?
Where were you?

Next year is the year of the bitch
We’ll swallow all their lies
Like hungry little chicks
Every consonant and vowel:
Wretched, rank and foul
We’ll cling to every word
Like tiny little ticks

Where were you when we changed our minds
Put our ideals on ice and our hearts into brine?
Where were you when we fell?
Where were you when we lost ourselves?
Where were you?