There's better ways of making cash
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Than waiting in parks and selling your arse.
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But I'm on the move and about to stay,
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Always old in a very young way.
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I'm a fool to myself when I think now,
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I believed in the why but didn't know how.
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And now I don't fit with no place to go,
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Only down in a comical show.
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All of the promises and all the dreams,
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Couldn't put humpty back on his feet.
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All the queens horses and all the queens guards,
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Couldn't put money back in the yards.
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There's better ways of losing your pride,
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Than waiting in queues for a cheque at a time.
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But I've been taught that it's me whose the ponce,
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And I can only act as I've been taught to respond.
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But there's better ways to make ends meet,
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Than shuffling through life dead on your feet.
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But here we are and there they stay,
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With their very small handouts in a very big way.
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