Cradle, Coffin

Money, it's been flowing But it's run out, hands tied behind my back Now there's nothing left for you You've been aging I'm up against the wall like Cameron, Clegg, et al It's you're fault for having children (children) A money pit from birth They're never gonna learn And you know I blame the parents (parents) When you've removed them from the spit Tell Pavement it's gonna hit It's about to hit We got a problem, we only talk about it Race to the bottom, when we are losing our hair Hair's not the problem, don't wanna think about it Cradle to coffin, don't wanna end up in care Income, it's been slowing Been saving up but it amounts to fuck all because Spending, it's too easy Need it myself, can't spend on someone else I'm too scared to have children (to have children, to have children) Cos I've been waiting on my pension (I'e been waiting, I've been waiting) Of which there's not even a mention (not a mention, not a mention) I cannot handle the tension We got a problem, we only talk about it Race to the bottom, when we are losing our hair Hair's not the problem, don't wanna think about it Cradle to Coffin, don't wanna end up in care When they say they can't its they won't They say that they care but they don't It's not a matter of choice then Gone from the cradle to coffin When they say they can't its they won't They say that they care but they don't It's not a matter of choice then Gone from the cradle to coffin