They all say I've been looking lost,
Like a shepherd without a flock,
And I should go out,
And get a job.
GET A JOB
I've been told to prioritise,
To stop playing guitar all night,
I need to grow up,
And get a job.
GET A JOB
Now I'm stuck inside an office block on a plastic chair.
Selling my life and lies to a man in a suit who just don't care.
I drag myself out of my bed,
To keep the fat cats better fed,
And I still got no idea,
As to what I want.
WHAT DO YOU WANT
Is it really worth my time,
To cover tattoos that I got with pride,
So I can stay here,
And keep this job.
DON'T WANT YOUR JOB
Now I'm stuck inside an office block on a plastic chair,
Strangers all around me and it's
Starting to dawn that I just don't care.
Coz I want, want, want, want, never got you nothing.
You wanna gig, wanna dog, wanna job, you gotta stand for something.
But I'd settle for, settling the score,
Between the average man and those that have more.
I'd settle for, settling the score for the average man.
WE GOT IT WRONG, WE GOT IT OH SO WRONG
I've been told I'm still looking lost,
I found, moved and sold my stock,
And now it's clear to me,
That I don't need your job.
DON'T NEED YOUR JOB
There's more important things in life,
Than did you get to work on time,
You need to find yourself,
It's you, you need to find.
YOU TO FIND
So don't sit inside, your office block on your plastic chair.
Life is yours to take, if you just start to care.
WE GOT IT WRONG, WE GOT IT OH SO WRONG