Lyrics:

Hanging about Down the market street I spent a lot of time on my feet When I saw some passing yabbos We did chance to speak I knew how to sing Y know an They knew how to pose An one of them had a les paul Heart attack machine All the young punks Laugh your life Cos there aint much to cry for All the young cunts Live it now Cos there aint much to die for Everybody wants to bum A ride on the rock n roller coaster And we went out Got our name in small print on the poster Of course we got a manager Though he aint the mafia A contract is a contract When they get em out on yer You gotta drag yourself to work Drug yourself to sleep Youre dead from the neck up By the middle of the week Face front you got the future shining Like a piece of gold But I swear as we get closer It look more like a lump of coal But its better than some factory Now thats no place to waste your youth I worked there for a week once I luckily got the boot