I don't like my job centre coach Said the blow up doll with teeth The weather screws your face up like a paper bag Chaos ensues from the lack of direction Nobody wants to know how nice you are Last years newspapers are today's curtains Litter becomes the new carpet of the streets
Running through town for the secret of sleep You try to control with broken promises Claims an extra £57 a week so she dobbed her in My sister used to live in Scarborough All the lovely shops have closed down now Your parenting skills are level 75 of Jewel Quest Its time to water the plants