The raven's jaws are swinging in the land of dreams
Inspired by magic beans
And all the squares are filled with despair
But all the little dancing feet don't seem to care
To the ones who go straight to the boozer
As soon as they end work
Because the boss' son's a knobhead
And he's drivin' all of the lads berzerk
Three tonne for the week's graft
And sometimes I get it cash in hand
Boss is leasing a Bentley
Still probably cost him a hundred grand
A hundred grand
You might say to me
There's more to life than this
But we've not got a pound
Our heads are barely above ground
To make ends meet we try
Then spend what's left on booze and getting high
Still we get by
Tonnes of people queuing for their giro cheque
Late Thursday on Walton Breck
Bills come out at midnight, then you're left with the score
Just like last week and all those times before
Though we still have our moments
Those bursts of happiness
Even though the boiler's broken
And the stairs and landing are a mess
Won't ever be beaten
'Cause we've got them and they've got us
So roll on in your Bentley
Because for now I think I'm happy on the bus
You might say to me
There's more to life than this
But we've not got a pound
Our heads are barely above ground
To make ends meet we try
And then spend what's left on booze and getting high
Still we get by
Bye yesterday, from you I'm running far away
Today's the day that I got paid
And the one where all my dreams are made
To make ends meet I'll try
And then spend what's left on booze and getting high
Still, we get by
