You may think you’re richer
You may think you’re oh so smart
You may even think you’re better than me
But you’ll never have my heart
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
You may think you’re richer
You may think you’re oh so smart
You may even think you’re better than me
But you’ll never have my heart
Just close your eyes
And count to ten
You can ill afford
To sleep in again
Not only is it the time of year for giving
But the time for receiving too
You’ve no idea how glad I am
There’s no more bullshit gifts from you
It’s
okay
to fail
sometimes
He
said
That
you
keep
trying
will
count
Tell
that
to the
bank
manager
She
said
As my
debts
continue
to mount
You may well clap
And call out a cheer
But what have you done
For the rest of the year?
Hearing you support us tonight
Really made me shiver
It’s just so galling that before now
You’ve sold the NHS down the river
Another
dayAnother
dollarFuck
knows whyWe even
bother
I
could
be so
much
more
forgiving
If I
didn’t
have to
work
for a
living
I’ve
never
felt
relief
like it
To have
something
go right
despite it
looking like
it was
all over
Now I
must try
hard to
make it
count
For who
knows
when,
yet
again,
that debt
will mount
Fuck off
with your
‘One Day Only’
deals
The endless
emails and
pathetic
sales spiels
Think about
those already
in over
their head
And go hawk
your wares
somewhere
else instead