The Cost of Living Version - The Skints

In this free country

Where nothing is free

The cost of living is-a killing me

(Murder murder murder)

First thing everybody working and serves in the dirt

And the worst thing’s we’re tightening our purse strings

All smiles on the surface we’re tired and they’ve cursed us

Wild like a lion but confined to the circus

Sisters and my brothers

Those who stand above us plan to ruckus

50 million sufferers in 33 boroughs

Taxing us for labour and then claiming that they love us

Rage I feel the pain of minimum wage is snakes and ladders

But the aim of the game is to

Stay sane (stay sane)

Get paid (get paid)

And again (and again)

And again smuggle all my hopes and dreams in the drain

And my name ain’t bill murray but I feel I’m living in a groundhog day

Money money money makes the world okay

But it’s funny because I don’t know if I feel that way

— one fan’s better?

— though i don’t want to set up?

— lieing in a jungle?

— a pirahna getting wetter?

Struggling to keep from slipping down down down

And all around they whisper and they sound sound sound

I’m hit

I hear you feel me but i know your daily struggle

Cos i watch it from my window and regret

As i hear the cries of murder murder murder

Lions on a murder murder murder

Killing me

Killing me

The cost of living is-a killing me

(murder murder murder)

All i really need

Is enough to get by

I never had the want for anything more

You can call me a fool

But your way is too cruel

And i won’t be falling in line

Ooo

Smiles on the surface

We’re tired and they’ve cursed us

Wild like a lion but confined to the circus