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
