Stick with me, kid
We're goin' nowhere
Monday to Friday, then a weekend report
Life is a lesson, I'm yet to be taught
Tired of impressing the boss, it's too short
And I'm bored
Monday to Friday then a weekend report
Get in the line but the line ends in naught
Lot on my mind but there's nothing to do 'cause I'm bored
We do the pub bender shuffle
The money where you been'
Yeah, the job center shuffle, the 7 am shubeen
They f*ckin' tapped my phone, now watch your speech (yibby-yabba)
Just take me back to the walls that speak
I said take me back to f*ckin' Dawson's Creek, c'mon
Hey, you, what you do?
Why you look so f*cked?
Buttons to press and switches to flick
Curtains to twitch and it's making me sick
P45 arrives strapped to a brick
'Cause I'm bored (I'm boarding up my window)
All you get for crying is a wet face
All you get for crying is a wet, wet face
All you get for crying is a wet face
All you get for crying is a wet, wet face
We do the pub bender shuffle
The money where you been
Yeah, the job center shuffle, the 7 am shubeen
And we smashed our phones
Smashed those screens (yibby-yabba)
We traced our steps through the phosphorescence
Hey, you, what you do?
Why you look so f*cked?
Hey, you, what you do?
Why you look so f*cked?
Hey, you, what you do? (Ooh, ooh, I don't know)
Why you look so f*cked? (Ooh, ooh, I don't know)
Hey, you, what you do? (Ooh, ooh, I don't know)
Why you look so f*cked? (Ooh, ooh, I don't know)