One year later
This queue never moved
Ive got well dressed slugs
Crawling over my shoes
And all these bouncers
Pushing me around
Well Ill huff and Ill puff
Ill blow your house down
In these hard times
No money for the arts
No money for a bonus
And my car wont start
The taxman cometh
And the landlord too
Now something better chance
Ive got things to do

Scratched record carries on forever
Last waltz carries on forever
Prize fighter carries on forever
Too much bowing
To the sacred cow
Hey! you! outside! now!

Two years later
And the tap still drips
This pain in my back
Means I still cant sleep
Theyre ripping up the longside
For plastic seats
Were ripping off the gas
Just to make ends meet
Half the population
Living off crime
Im talking bout the fuckers
On question time
Pop fops on horse
Havent got a clue
Now something better change
Ive got things to do

Scratched record carries on forever
Last waltz carries on forever
Prize fighter carries on forever
Too much bowing
To the sacred cow
Hey! you! outside! now!

Three years later
And Im still in this queue
Now somethnig better change
Ive got things to do
Too much bowing
To the sacred cow
Hey! you! outside! now!