Remember holidays
A proper two weeks holiday
Just like the ones she would take
Before the beauty parlour went under
Your age in Centigrades
Spread on a longer in the shade
The plans they made
Just the week before he got made redundant
Now they find themselves caught up
In a daily conundrum of woe
Every day brings a brand new low
But oh, there is no joy
In facing the blatant complacent abundance
No fun being underfunded in London
At first they were overdrawn
Then they ran out of silvers spoons to pawn
But the show went on
Cause the worst was to see your own children despondent
The smallest thing starts a fight
They couldn't even agree on suicide
No sleep at night
Yes the money was stronger than martial bond
The more work she applied for the less they'd respond
Oh no, every day brought a brand new low
There is no consolation
In facing the spiteful and shameless abundance
No fun being underfunded in London, oh
Every day brought a brand new low
And lo, the doormat bulged
On a mound of unwanted unread correspondence
No fun being underfunded in London

When blows are rocking you
Smiles from the billboards mocking you
Everywhere you go

Is it any wonder with the pressure he's under
When he saw things go off he partook in the plunder
It's what happens when people are completely abandoned
Point the gun at the underfunded of London


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