Spare Thoughts

Long gone are the days of no worries

Kids need money so they start bagging up in a hurry

And a hundred's sweeter than honey

When you're cold and tired with the emptiest tummy

Government says that computer games

Keep changing the way we kids think today

Not one of them didn't stop, think, and say

About inflation and all of the tax we pay

You get robbed at work and robbed on the street

So it's back to the street

Getting rid of that weight

I'd love to run a big black van over the taxman

And reverse, turn his pockets out

It's no good being broke on the street

Getting chased by police

Sent mental by smoking the weed

Big Brother's got both eyes on me;

How the fuck am I supposed to proceed?

I'm paranoid, looking over my shoulder

Because I think everybody's looking over my shoulder

I'm a sadist, I'm black and white like the Lone Ranger

I'm a deranged loner, everyone's a stranger

These times got me not trusting anyone