I went to bed broke as shit last night and I woke up broke today.

I had to decide between feeding myself or settling the bills I had to pay.

Then I got a fuckin letter in the post with 'sumoons' in the header.

Now I'm freaking out and the stress is maxed. Will it ever get better?

I'm sick of never being sure I can get the bus because I needed electric.

I'm selling everything I own to fund this adventure club and I don't regret it

But I wish I didn't have to worry and count my pennies then I could sleep.

But I'm having to check before I buy the bread to make sure I can that week.

Do I look like I need your help? Yeah mate I could do with the fuckin help.

It's like pulling teef to get out of the cycle of debt.

And "You're a grown woman slave" is a sentence I'll never forget

Why is life like this? Why can't I catch a break?

I wait tables in the week, treated like shit by the public I hate.

Cos it's a soulless energy and I was made for more than the grind.

But you can sacrifice and you can work your ass off, cry your eyes out,

to basically find that the woman is poor!

The weight of it all, I just want relief.

I only ever scrape by by the skin of my teef.

I feel so broken, suffering for nothing it seems.

Keeping myself in the gutter for these beautiful dreams.

For these beautiful dreams.

Don't I look like I need your help? Oi cunt! I could do with your fuckin help!

It's like pulling teef to get out of the cycle of debt.

"You're a grown woman slave" is a sentence I'll never forget.

Still the woman is poor.