Morons

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Ian Hunter

Ian Hunter Patterson, (born 3 June 1939), is an English singer-songwriter who is best known as the lead singer of the English rock band Mott the Hoople from its inception in 1969 to its dissolution in 1974, and at the time of its 2009 reunion. Hunter was a musician and songwriter before joining Mott The Hoople, and continued in this vein after he left the band. He embarked on a solo career despite ill health and disillusionment with commercial success, and often worked in collaboration with Mick Ronson, David Bowie's sideman and arranger from the Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars period. more »

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2001

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We were morons from the day we were born
We believed every word that you said; boy, were we wrong
We're all fat now on the sofas, mini morons taking over
'Cause we're older now, older now, older now, older now

We were morons - red, white, and blue
We were working class kids on the skids with nothing to do
We're all dead now in our boxes, holding on to what little we got left
'Cause it's over now, over now, over now, over now

Read moron newspapers, watch moron television
All laid on by slimy little, sleazy little, phony little morons
Etonians, Harrovians, think they're the chosen ones
And they poke fun at scruffy little, spotty little, stupid little morons

Look at those morons
They do nothing but whine
And they're slow all the time
Look at those morons
Never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind, never mind
We can leave them behind; while we're dumbing them down, we'll be robbing them blind

Ah, ah, morons don't matter at all
No education, no information
Morons are boring, ugly, and small
They lower the tone; let's get rid of them all

Will to learn gone away
Force fed garbage every day
We're the slaves of smarmy little, self important, petty little morons
Oxford, Cambridge, see how the other half live
Steer well clear of lazy little, filthy little, funny little morons

Look at those morons
They're such terrible types
And they're not very bright; look at those morons
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right
It's all right, it's all right, it's all right, it's all right
Let them fight every night; while they're missing the point, we can do what we like

Ah, ah, I'm sixty, and what have I got?
I live in a war zone, surrounded by morons
Don't tell me I'm free when I'm not
Ah, ah, abandon hope all who live here
We are the morons that you declared war on
Now everyone's living in fear
We're starving; it's something that needs to be said
We're starving; it's something that needs to be said
We're starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving, starving
Morons can never escape from the fact; they can never escape, and we hate you for that
We... we're morons, but then again no, no, no!

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