Letra

So Mr. Williamson, what you doing in order to find gainful employment Since your last signing on date? Fuck all 19.4 top 18.6 middle (Rob) 19.2 top 18.4 mate, middle Jobseeker! Can of Strongbow, I'm a mess Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression Supplied to me by the NHS It's anyone's guess how I got here Anyone's guess how I'll go? I suck on a roll-up, pull your jeans up Fuck off, I'm going home! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! So Mr. Williamson, what have you done in order to find gainful employment Since your last signing on date? Fuck all I've sat around the house wanking And I want to know, why you don't serve coffee here? My signing on time is supposed to be ten past 11 It's now 12 o'clock And some of you strange bastards need executing Mr. Williamson your employment history looks quite impressive I'm looking at three managerial positions you previously held with quite Reputable companies, isn't this something you'd like to go back to? Nah, I'd just end up fucking robbing the place You've got a till full of 20s looking at you all day Well I'm hardly gonna fucking bank it I've got drugs to take and a mind to break Jobseeker! Can of Strongbow, I'm a mess Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression Supplied to me by the NHS It's anyone's guess how I got here Anyone's guess how I'll go? I suck on a roll-up, pull your jeans up Fuck off, I'm going home Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Jobseeker! Out!
Writer(s): Jason Williamson, Andrew Fearn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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