Five pounds and counting
nobody is ever going to tell you what to do
when it is running out on you
No job, no money
the collectors are going to be knocking on my door
always wanting more
everywhere you go it is the same
there is always someone you can blame
I need to get a job for the debts
'cause everyone you see is so stressed about money
The soft glow of a streetlamp
I try to fool a sleep
all I see is you
but life can't just break through
There is no work, in this city
the streets are cold and the silence never stops
waits for us to drop
everywhere you go it is the same
there is always someone you can blame
I need to get a job for the debts
'cause everyone you see is so stressed about money

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