Ye ‘hink a’m a loser cause a’ drink a lot ae beer
But a’m special, a’ve been touched by God
There is mare tae me than jist bein’ a lazy sod
Ma heart is no’ in this chemical site
Aw the people here talk a load ae shite
When they are no’ backstabbin’, they are fuw ae praise
They will suck anybody’s cock, tae get themselves a raise
Local toonsfolk wuid kill fur ma high salary job
Instead, tae mak a livin’, many hae tae steal an’ rob
The staff in here dinnae appreciate whit they’ve got
A’ ken a’ wuid raithir hae it, than tae hae it not
A’m goin’ against ma principles pollutin’ the air
A’ jist need the money, it isnae that a’ dinnae care
It is a well-kent fact, wurkin’ here shortens yer life
Even in the food the chemical toxins are rife
But the time will come when a’ll leave it aw behind
A’ll get oot ae here jist by usin’ ma mind
When a dae, a’ will say, ‘A’ telt ye so’
Ye winnae believe jist hoo high a’ will go
In the meantime a’ll hae tae pit up wi’ arseholes
Bitchin’ aboot shit, like the roughness ae the toilet rolls
An’ he temperature ae the coffee ootae the machine
Aw the while tryin’ no’ tae cause a scene
A’ cuidnae believe it when a joined the adult wurkforce
Ma pals in primary school were less coarse
Noo, a’m starin’ at forty years ae dealin’ wi’ monkey’s
It’s nae wu’ner some bail oot an’ end up as junkie’s
They sure showed the company hoo high they went
Noo they struggle tae pay even a quarter ae their rent
That’s got tae be a wake up caw, if evir a’ needed yin
That although ma life is shit, a’ shuid nevir turn tae heroin
A’ may be daft but a’ amnae fuckin’ absolutely mental
A’ hope ye dinnae ‘hink a’m bein’ tae judgemental
It’s jist fur me tae get aw the way tae the moon
The last ‘hing a’ need tae be dain, is heatin’ up a spoon
So anothir twelve hoor fuckin’ nicht shifts it is
A jist hope ma wife isnae at hame gettin’ sprayed wi’ jizz
A’ll keep tryin’ tae get oot ae the nevir endin’ rat race
An’ hope a’ dae afore a’ hae wrinkles aw ower ma fuckin’ face
There is got tae be mare than livin’ life as a slave
Nae matter hoo much a’ wurk, a’ jist cannae save
Ma wife does a guid job ae spendin’ aw a’ earn
Somehoo it is ma job tae supply her wi’ whit she does yearn
She says that she buys stuff that is guid for the hoose
Sometimes a’ wish she’d buy hersel’ a ticht noose
A’ hiv dreams an’ ambitions that a’ want tae achieve
But fae ma well payin’ job, she doesnae want me tae leave
Cheers the noo!
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