This Town

I wake up thank fuck its raining

This town keeps me complaining

Right now I don't know if I belong here anymore

Sometime's I've had enough

So I'll keep saying it all to them

When things start getting tough

I'll just keep playing the council pricks

Back handed, deal with it, Grey suited

But I am not alone

Car parks and office spaces

I see the same old faces

And the voice at the county hall

Gets me down and out again

Don't account for no one anymore

The un elected business whore

Get a grant to help fill out a form

And they says that's OK