Lyrics The Gods Of Not Very Much - Mansun

Safety in numbers together
Nobody can tell us if we′re thick or if we're clever
See him, victim, shouting
Telling all the people that we′re meeting in a field
Safety in numbers together
Nobody can tell us if we're thick or if we're clever
See him, victim, shouting
Telling all the people that we′re meeting in a field
And we are foolishly drawn

We′ll meet, we'll talk, we′ll rush
The gods of not very much
We'll meet, we′ll talk, we'll rush
The gods of not very much

A strange dude in brown shoes with holes through
Stands at speaker′s corner with a memo tape recorder
Nightfall, the crowd come, his bible
Opened at a page that says he made us all the same
How funny, ironic, the crowd they
They agree to differ as they're wearing the same t-shirt
Fit in, convention, nothing
You're just talking rubbish and you know that you′re not
Playing with us
′Cos we're the gods of not very much