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Correct The Wage Don't Fit Lyrics
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Correct The Wage Don't Fit
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Don't ask me to carry that cage Stay longs hours, it don't fit the wage Minimal work, it fits the arrangement Sod extra sweat and out of town placements Weak tricks, crap tattoos and spotlight kids Put the till away Shop got ram-raid mate (Small, small) Small talk about nothing at all While you got a sun-tan and I got what? A piss pot And we all get a free cream cake on a Friday It's like school with a bottle of full fat milk down your throat Get them government antibodies Turn us all into young offenders, lifers and fucking taxi drivers (Chorus) When I said I didn't like it That's because I really don't I put the till away Get out the van mate We're going to ram-raid you When I said I didn't like it That's because I really don't I put the till away Get out the van mate We're going to ram-raid you The wage don't fit The wage don't fit The wage don't fit You've got to be able to sell yourself So I stuck my life on eBay Twenty-five pound mate! Scratch the lager spot on my chin I'm hungry I'm worrying I'm Tintin I'm the dodgy sailor I'm that sweat freak from The Kills, Jamie Do me a fucking favour! Banal, banal, banal, let down your long hair What's in it for me? A fucking ladder? It's serious Of course it fucking is Do you think I've ignored fame and fortune For the fucking fun of it? Smart Price dice-man attitude Throw dice, Smart Price Obscure, no anthems round here Just concrete, chips, a dirty sausage A three pound bunch of flowers Sixty-two Seventy-Nine I got fucking jumped, wankers! Concrete dagger swaggers The glint from the blade bounces off the ice arena, diarrhoea Nine-plus confidence killer Your mug and my timing It dead brick wood filler Wall plug driller killer I want a Bounty Where's your bastard Bountys? (Chorus) When I said I didn't like it (oh shit) That's because I really don't (shit, shit) I put the till away Get out the van mate We're going to ram-raid you When I said I didn't like it That's because I really don't I put the till away Get out the van mate We're going to ram-raid you The wage don't fit The wage don't fit The wage don't fit When I said I didn't like it (oh shit) That's because I really don't
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