It’s ten in the morning
The cat is pregnant
The pubs are shut
The car won’t start
My husband’s a slut
It’s ten in the evening
My TV ain’t working
My boss is a monkey
My daughter’s a whore
My son’s a junkie
Get in my way, scum
And it’s game over
There’s a clock in my head
In my hand, a revolver
My house is my castle
Not safe in these walls
Get back to the gutter you came from
It’s all starting to fall
And I’d rather die, than lose it all
I’d rather die, than lose it all
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