What You Call Home

Is this what you call home? Four wooden walls A bed, and clothes Is this god paying for your vote? Cause a place like this Cuts off all hope So, you're cutting Every penny But the milk's spilt And you're twenty But you've cried wolf Once or twice now But the cheques sent And you're all out of time Of time Our five-course meal Cut down to two There's just enough for me and you We're skinny now But not by choice Though those around us Praise this voice But the papers tell us That we're here to lose And the money's spent And the job's diffuse Around us Around us Unlucky number three I think he's onto me With budget cuts Deciding fates To void the gap We drink our weight But the fines are due And the love has left We can't call it home Till the cheque is sent Tonight Tonight Is this what you call home? Is this what you call home? Is this what you call home? Is this what you call home? But the papers tell us That we're here to lose And the money's spent And the job's diffuse around us Around us But the milk has spilled And the love has left We can't call it home Till the cheque is sent Is this what you call home? Four wooden walls A bed, and clothes