Who are those mates I think I know
Their homes are in the suburbs though
They ride a tube throughout a year
To reach their dreams as faint as snow
And everyone knows where we are
Descending deep into the fear
Of loosing jobs: the world is fake
It’s not what we have dreamt of. Dear!
We give ourselves a thorough shake
To make another great mistake
To gain more problems that we’ll keep
When all this crap for someone’s sake
Our lives are pointless, fears are deep
But we gave words we have to keep.
And pray before we go to sleep.
And moan before we go to sleep