My House, the Coffin

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.