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

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