| Walking 'round the streets, one place to another
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| I feel like I lost out on a will
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| No you don’t come here
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| Yes you’ve got to go there as well
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| Wait here a minute, but I’ve been here three hours
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| My legs are acheing 'cos the seats have all gone
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| Hey you over there, there’s a cubicle spare
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| So come 'ere
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| (Chorus)
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| Honey, I need money
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| Money to find my way
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| I ain’t had a bite since Saturday night
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| And that is now three days
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| She looked at me like I’m some sort of beggar
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| You know it’s hard to keep your temper at times
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| We don’t know if to pay you 'cos
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| Your being out of work is a crime, yes a crime.
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| We decided after thinking, your career is sinking
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| So we’ll offer you a twenty a week
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| Who was it that said, it was the Bible I read
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| Said the ones that inherit are meek
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| One minute I’m in Camden, the next I’m in Eusson
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| They they send me back to Kentish Town
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| I’ve completed lap two, there’s a hole in my shoe
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| And I’m down, yes I’m down
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| It’s been such an ordeal, and the way that I feel
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| When I get a letter next day
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| Saying there’s something down here, that we need to clear up
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| And if you don’t come, you don’t get paid |