You get out of bed abour half-past seven
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Your days are hell so sleeping's heaven
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Unfold the paper over yesterday's ,ea;
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Good morning Mr Howard, how do you feel?
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Another batch of figures says everything's fine
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But that's not what they are saying on the dole-form line
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Pocketful of silver like a pocket full of rocks
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You stagger down the road to the telephone box
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"That job's gone" says the person when you ring
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"You're the thirteenth today" as he drops the thing
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Postman at the gate just to make you feel better
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Another half a dozen no-job letters
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The debts pile up and your confidence goes
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And everyone in the family knows
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They sympathise because they feel they should
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Seven days a week and the money's no good
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So you wander around the house for hours at a time
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You're looking for a riff and you're looking for a rhyme
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Another cup of coffee, no sugar or cream
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While the sun goes down on your Australian dream
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The lady next door's screaming at her kids
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Because the dole didn't come buth the landlord did
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You spend a half a day a week at the C.E.S.
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You get a flint-eyed stare from behind the desk
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I haven't got a job and you think it's a sin
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Don't you read the papers mate, where have you been?
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"They've shut down the shop and they've stopped our pay."
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Isn't it time we became annoyed, there are two generations unemployed.
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Money's No Good
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| Redgum |
