Walking round the streets, one place to another
I feel like I lost out on a will
No you dont come here
Yes youve got to go there as well
Wait here a minute, but Ive been here three hours
My legs are acheing cos the seats have all gone
Hey you over there, theres a cubicle spare
So come ere
Honey, I need money
Money to find my way
I aint had a bite since Saturday night
And that is now three days
She looked at me like Im some sort of beggar
You know its hard to keep your temper at times
We dont know if to pay you cos
Your being out of work is a crime, yes a crime.
We decided after thinking, your career is sinking
So well offer you a twenty a week
Who was it that said, it was the Bible I read
Said the ones that inherit are meek
One minute Im in Camden, the next Im in Eusson
They they send me back to Kentish Town
Ive completed lap two, theres a hole in my shoe
And Im down, yes Im down
Its been such an ordeal, and the way that I feel
When I get a letter next day
Saying theres something down here, that we need to clear up
And if you dont come, you dont get paid