Stay in bed till much too late Scanning situations vacant The face in the mirror looks withered and old My skin is grey - I can't go out - I'm always cold
In the doledrums On the dole In the doledrums On the dole
Counting down lonely hours Drinking lots and taking showers I no longer dream about the rest of my years I'll check the letterbox - does anyone care?
In the doledrums On the dole In the doledrums On the dole
But the benefits arrive and life goes on The benefits arrive and life goes on