Sex and drugs and on the Dole

Quiet'n down the voices
What's the bloody point
- How were things at work today?
Roll yourself a joint

No funds to pay the mortgage
A little lovers tiff
Find someone new? You've not a clue!
Get yourself a splif

No Tax and no insurance
No car, no fucking cash
Holding sanity in my hand
I marvel at the hash

Don't let the bastards get you down
Those smug white collared slugs
They're drowning, up to their neck in drink
We're chilling, out with drugs...