Punk By Numbers

I tried to fix the cooker in the kitchen

Gas was coming out of every hole

Everything was leaking, reeking always

So I went down to the office of the dole

Away...they said

You've got to get yourself

Away...they said

You've got to get yourself away from here

A liberty

They took from me

(And) now I'm feeling just a little vex, yeah

I don't feel like I've done anything wrong

All I want is warmth without my arse blown up

But this little fucker won't get off the phone

Away... they said

You've got to get yourself

Away... they said

You've got to get yourself away from here

A liberty

They took away from me

So I took a little time to think of action

I can't go home, I can't stay, I've had enough

So I fired up all the gas and blew the dole up

Left that little fucker blackened on the phone