Got A Job

Here my voice is such a lonely sound

Out of key with everyone I hang around

Days and weeks go rolling by

UPVC and satellites

You know I need to get to the other side

Do me a favour and take a ride

I've got a job when the Summer comes

I've got a job when the Christmas comes

I've got a job when Saturday comes around

Need to find out what it's all about

Gotta leave, I know the story inside out

Suburban dream, a shopping mall

Well, baby, you can keep it all

'Cause now I've had enough of your stupid face

Do me a favour and give me some space