I don't wanna
I don't want to

Better I got away then
No time for the joke
You'd think after all these years
That fire should have had smoke
Better down as a bad job
No point taking off
You'd think after all these years
In the end, well, I'm walking off

I'm down at the joke shop
I'll buy anything
Itching powder, lob it in the hoover
Run it over everything
I'm down at the joke shop
It's all bullshit
You can't even sort your life out
What's the point in trying to sort this?

I never read the brochure
I couldn't stand them shops
Travel agents looking at the screens in really bright-coloured tops
Better down as a bad job
Don't cock that arm
But don't dance with the danger
That's just gonna feel wrong

I'm down at the joke shop
I'll buy anything
Itching powder, lob it in the hoover
Run it over everything
I'm down at the joke shop
It's all bullshit
You can't even sort your life out
What's the point in trying to sort this?

You wanna [?] but you won't climb over the other
You wanna [?] but you won't climb over the other
There's no blind catch to a moody batch
It's all in the way, it's all in the way
There's no blind catch to a moody batch
It's all in the way, it's all in the way

Better I got away then
No time for the joke
You'd think after all these years
That fire should have had smoke
[?] bad job
No point taking off
You'd think after all these years
In the end, well, I'm walking off

I'm down at the joke shop
I'm down at the joke shop
I'm down at the, I'm down at the, I'm down at the joke shop
I'm down at the joke shop
I'm down at the joke shop
I'm down at the, I'm down at the, I'm down at the joke shop