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People think it's easy Being on the dole But it strips you of your dignity And slowly destroys your soul It's not all tabs and alcohol And pub crawls everyday There's no designer clothes It's primark all the way It's farm foods or herons For your weekly shopping too Forget your marks and Spencer's There just to dear for you Your mates who work are clubbing And pulling all the lasses Your stuck at home with four cheap cans And cups instead of glasses You smell of pound shop aftershave You use bic razors too You wipe your *** on newspaper When you go to have a poo So when you say life on benefits Is really quite a breeze Walk a mile in my holey shoes Before you call me please
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
Life on the dole
People think it's easy Being on the dole But it strips you of your dignity And slowly destroys your soul It's not all tabs and alcohol And pub crawls everyday There's no designer clothes It's primark all the way It's farm foods or herons For your weekly shopping too Forget your marks and Spencer's There just to dear for you Your mates who work are clubbing And pulling all the lasses Your stuck at home with four cheap cans And cups instead of glasses You smell of pound shop aftershave You use bic razors too You wipe your *** on newspaper When you go to have a poo So when you say life on benefits Is really quite a breeze Walk a mile in my holey shoes Before you call me please
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
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