It's Not Working
A young man simple decent lad Unemployed never had a job Only wanted to work Earn a decent wage Settle down have some kids And a holiday once a year Young man working class lad Unemployed never had a job With a load of mates Placards and blisters Fallen arches and media disinterest Went marching down to London town To tell them how it is to be unemployed Young man northern lad Unemployed never had a job Scared of emotions Though has them right enough Just keeps them in their place Right about where his stomach is Daren't let them out to heart or head Where he knows they’ll cause him pain Young man quiet unassuming lad Unemployed never had a job On the way to London town Met an old woman Who he thinks about a lot Years later over his one pint A night in the local pub where He and his mates go sometimes Young man official statistic Unemployed never had a job Marched through a town Somewhere north of here Cam