Paroles de This Town

I wake up thank fuck its raining This town keeps me complaining Right now I don't know if I belong here anymore Sometime's I've had enough So I'll keep saying it all to them When things start getting tough I'll just keep playing the council pricks Back handed, deal with it, Grey suited But I am not alone Car parks and office spaces I see the same old faces And the voice at the county hall Gets me down and out again Don't account for no one anymore The un elected business whore Get a grant to help fill out a form And they says that's OK