I tried to fix the cooker in the kitchen<br /> Gas was coming out of every hole<br /> Everything was leaking, reeking always<br /> So I went down to the office of the dole<br /> <br /> Away...they said<br /> You’ve got to get yourself<br /> Away...they said<br /> You’ve got to get yourself away from here<br /> A liberty<br /> They took from me<br /> <br /> (And) now I’m feeling just a little vex, yeah<br /> I don’t feel like I’ve done anything wrong<br /> All I want is warmth without my arse blown up<br /> But this little fucker won’t get off the phone<br /> <br /> Away... they said<br /> You’ve got to get yourself<br /> Away... they said<br /> You’ve got to get yourself away from here<br /> A liberty<br /> They took away from me<br /> <br /> So I took a little time to think of action<br /> I can’t go home, I can’t stay, I’ve had enough<br /> So I fired up all the gas and blew the dole up<br /> Left that little fucker blackened on the phone
Compositores: Deborah Ann Dyer (Skin), Martin Ivor Kent (Ace), Richard Keith Lewis (Cass) ECAD: Obra #18910745