My house is a coffin shaped house
It's a Mausoleum
Oh, here he goes again, moping, feeling sorry for himself
Do you know how many people haven't got their own homes?
People would kill for a coffin shaped house like yours.
Well kill me then
cos
I don't want to live in my coffin shaped house no more
in a dead end street
in a working class area.
Treading water
Learned Helplessness
I return every day after being out
I always return
One day I never want to return to a coffin shaped house
in a dead end street
in a working class area
but I can't escape
because I've got no job
cos
I've got an history of Mental Health
that goes along with me.
It's my shadow
Screw down the lid,
lock the front door.
Auction this house
so that the poor
can be beaten
by a property developer
to the bargain of the century.
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