One year later

This queue never moved

I've got well dressed slugs

Crawling over my shoes

And all these bouncers

Pushing me around

Well I'll huff and I'll puff

I'll blow your house down

In these hard times

No money for the arts

No money for a bonus

And my car won't start

The taxman cometh

And the landlord too

Now something better chance

I've got things to do



Scratched record carries on forever

Last waltz carries on forever

Prize fighter carries on forever

Too much bowing

To the sacred cow

Hey! You! Outside! Now!



Two years later

And the tap still drips

This pain in my back

Means I still can't sleep

They're ripping up the longside

For plastic seats

We're ripping off the gas

Just to make ends meet

Half the population

Living off crime

I'm talking 'bout the fuckers

On question time

Pop fops on horse

Haven't got a clue

Now something better change

I've got things to do



Scratched record carries on forever

Last waltz carries on forever

Prize fighter carries on forever

Too much bowing

To the sacred cow

Hey! You! Outside! Now!



Three years later

And I'm still in this queue

Now somethnig better change

I've got things to do

Too much bowing

To the sacred cow

Hey! You! Outside! Now!