Lyrics:
chauvinists Cloak and the dagger and smoke in the mirrors MP's stutter stammer and wallets get thinner Pockets get lined Like the queue at the jobcentre
I've seen Darkest nights, all alone, walking home, I save face Jobcentre asked me if I came back from holiday, cause I was walking in with a suitcase
hardly feed your fuckin self but your getting a dog, man No wonder why they chat about us On the way to Jobcentre Plus, back of the bus Your nearly thirty
Jobcentre?' Felt like I was signin' on to die (Die) Hey, yah, hey, I'm on ma' way now (Every two weeks I had to go in yeah!) An' show 'em the proof Of what I
went to the Jobcentre to jobseek Now I can stay in bed until two o'clock And make ten grand on a bad week I am the lone soldier of this scene
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