| We work, work every single day
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| Making money just to lose it again
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| They said, «Sorry, sir, hate to be a pain
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| But get out the door if you cannot pay»
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| Oi, you upper class, talking fast, fake gangster bumblaclart
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| Did you buy that tracksuit? |
| Did you roll your own zoot?
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| You’re with the bank of mum and dad, that’s embarrassing
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| I’m HSBC overdrawn 'cause no one’s hiring
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| So now my generation won’t be retiring
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| Shoutout to my parents, that’s great timing
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| How many more times will my card get declined?
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| Thought things would change when I got myself signed
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| We work, work every single day
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| Making money just to lose it again
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| They said, «Sorry, sir, hate to be a pain
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| But get out the door if you cannot pay»
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| Mind the gap between the rich and the poor
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| Tube so cramped, heads trapped in the door
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| Struggle to stay on the right side of the law
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| But hands cold raw and we always want more
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| Back on track, used, abused on the line
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| Taggin' the trains, avoiding the fine
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| At some time, it all comes to a head
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| On the local news, another gang member dead, so
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| We work, work every single day
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| Making money just to lose it again
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| They said, «Sorry, sir, hate to be a pain
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| But get out the door if you cannot pay»
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| I woke up 2pm
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| Watching repeats of Jeremy Kyle
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| Scratching my arse all day
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| While calling them all vile
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| I leave the house past noon
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| After climbing out my messy room
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| Another day I wasted
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| Just because I could not face it
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| We work, work every single day
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| Making money just to lose it again
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| They said, «Sorry, sir, hate to be a pain
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| But get out the door if you cannot pay» |