New song

The real world

 

Three square meals a day

Pool and computers to play      

A little exercise in the yard

Doesn’t sound very hard

 

I work like a prisoner of war    

Sometimes I wonder what for

I can’t afford to live

And put up with everyone’s shit

 

Why don’t I just turn to crime?

In this fine city of mine

Stop treating me like a child

There’s a whole world outside

 

The rich are getting richer you say

The poor are worse by the day

There are people turning to god

While other are praying to drugs

 

There’s not enough cash to go round

Everyone’s smiles upside down

Society’s falling apart

It’s like somebody stamped on its heart

 

Why don’t I just turn to crime?

In this fine city of mine

Stop treating me like a child

There’s a whole world outside

 

The kids swapped their skateboards for knives

And started taking each others lives      

Piss on the dead in the street

And it’s on youtube by the end of the week

 

Where did you get those nice things?

I stole them instead of working it seems

And signing on during the day

It true crime really does pay

 

Why don’t I just turn to crime?

In this fine city of mine

Stop treating me like a child

There’s a whole world outside

 

So write up your C.V. in slang

And go and work for the man

Earn an honest meal

And see how the rest of us feel

 

Then we’ll take up a life of crime

In this fair city of mine

Stop treating me like a child

There’s a whole world outside

 

 

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