Lyrics The Style Council

The Style Council

Homebreakers

Good morning day, how do you do?

I wonder, what will you do for me?

I should be on my way, I should be earning pay

I should be all the things that I'm not

And I've tried on my own, now there's nothing to keep me at home

Like my brother has too, gotta leave to get out of this view

You see, they tell you to move around

If you can't find work in your own town

As I rise from my bed, I can hear the old man

Blaming heaven and Mother for this

30 Years with one firm, 13 months redundant

Yes, I'd say, that's unlucky for some

Now our tears fall like rain, as my mother walks me to my train

With a kiss and a wave, "Come home weekends" that's if I can save

I swear, I'll take it out on the man

Who ever devised this economy plan

All the love in the world

Can't put dinner on the table

All the hate that I feel

No love could put right

Good morning day, how do you do?

I wonder, what will you do for me?

I should be on my way, I should be earning pay

I should be all the things that I'm not

And I've tried on my own, now there's nothing to keep me at home

All the love and the strength has been taken by this government

You see they tell you to move around

If you can't find work in your own town

Father's in the kitchen, counting out coins

Mother's in the bedroom, looking through pictures of her boys

One is in London looking for a job

The other's in Whitehall, looking for those responsible