Since your last signing on date?
I've been 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 eleven
It's now twelve o'clock
And some of you smelly 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 staring at you all day
I'm hardly going to bank it
I've got drugs to take
And a mind to break
Can of Strongbow, I'm a mess
Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression
Supplied to me by the NHS
Is anyone's guess how I got here?
Anyone's guess how I go?
I suck on a roll-up - pull your jeans up -
Fuck off, I'm going home.
Writer(s): Jason Williamson, Andrew Robert Fearn
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