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The Skints

The Cost Of Living Is Killing Me

 

The Cost Of Living Is Killing Me

(album: Short Change - 2014)


In this free country
Where nothing is free
The cost of living is a-killing me
(Murder murder murder)

First thing everybody working and serves in the dirt
And the worst thing's we're tightening our purse strings
All smiles on the surface we're tired and they've cursed us
Wild like a lion but confined to the circus
Sisters and my brothers
Those who stand above us plan to ruckus
50 million sufferers in 33 boroughs
Taxing us for labour and then claiming that they love us
Rage I feel the pain of minimum wage is snakes and ladders
But the aim of the game is to
Stay sane (stay sane)
Get paid (get paid)
And again (and again)
And again smuggle all my hopes and dreams in the drain
And my name ain't Bill Murray
But I feel I'm living in a groundhog day
Money money money makes the world okay
But it's funny because I don't know if I feel that way

In this free country
Where nothing is free
The cost of living is a-killing me
(Murder murder murder)
In this free country
Where nothing is free
The cost of living is a-killing me
(Murder murder murder)

One fan's better? Though I don't want to set up?
Lying in a jungle? A piranha getting wetter?
Struggling to keep from slipping down down down
And all around they whisper and they sound sound sound
I'm hit I hear you feel me but I know your daily struggle
Cos I watch it from my window and regret
As I hear the cries of murder murder murder
Lions on a murder murder murder

In this free country
Where nothing is free
The cost of living is a-killing me
(Murder murder murder)
Killing me
Killing me
The cost of living is a-killing me
(Murder murder murder)

All I really need is enough to get by
I never had the want for anything more
You can call me a fool
But your way is too cruel
And I won't be falling in line ooh

Smiles on the surface
We're tired and they've cursed us
Wild like a lion
But confined to the circus

In this free country
Where nothing is free
The cost of living is a-killing me
(Murder murder murder)
In this free country
Where nothing is free
The cost of living is a-killing me
(Murder murder murder)
Killing me
Killing me
The cost of living is a-killing me

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