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Fulfil Your Function

Thank fuck for the dole, sweet rock and roll.
it’s a bigger hole without it.
Without some awful bedsit, without some oh… shit.

Praise be to benefit, musician scholarship.
To eat lunch from a bowl
and think about the tax you stole, think about it oh… shit.

See, real men, they don’t ask for hand outs.
Hunter gatherers with chests out and
private pensions, healthcare schemes.
proudly well within their means.

But don’t you cry for leeches, Tarzan.
Would you choose minimum wage shifts than
spending days alone in bed?
As good as dead and so well read.

Thank fuck for the dole, when your’e down there digging coal
you’re digging your own bed,
digging in to get ahead, digging in to oh… shit.

Fulfil your function, come on what’s your function?
Fulfill your function, function now.

© W Cargill