Well I look out of my window

I see the morning cold and grey

I look out of my window

I see the morning cold and grey

I told you so many years ago

They're all gonna end up, end up this way



Well the fat man took my money

And the daughter won't give it back

The fat man took my money

Sons and daughters won't give it back

Put my family out on the street

Put my marriage on the rack



Well they steal your water

And if you want some you got to pay

The greenies point their fingers

The people know better they don't listen what they say

They live in fear and frustration

Oh their crappy lives why should they give a toss anyway



Nineties blues

Nineties blues

Nineties blues