Gold Standard

Won't you spare some change? So I can afford some rope 'Cause there's a cost to living And I am fucking broke! We've taken the Sertra-line to town And like a stray I'm taken to the pound I'd kill a man for thirty silver pieces And bomb the banks for my own personal reasons You can't take me anywhere I'm under-dressed and ill-prepared Throwing up more than I care Oh! You can't trust me anyway I'm unemployed and I sleep all day Giving up on minimum wage Oh! I'll sooner be dead than paying a pension When my loans are getting all the attention And half these dismal high streets have shut down Only thieves and meth dealers hanging around I'd give my soul for a couple pints of lager And sell coat-hangers to expectant fathers You can't take me anywhere I'm under-dressed and ill-prepared Throwing up more than I care Oh! You can't trust me anyway I'm unemployed and I sleep all day Living it up on minimum wage Oh!