Breadline

He's like a sheepdog off the chain tonight
And the girl looks good standing in the streetlight
But there's no room for him in her mind
Cause she can see he's on the breadline
Just a bit of lovin come on home and make it true now
Just a bit of livin bit more luck to push it through
He walks along now without a setback
He don't believe in any handicap
Fate to him is just a brat
He's gonna hit the big time in spite of that
Just a bit of lovin come on home and make it true now
Just a bit of livin bit more luck to push it through
Could you still cope with life
Without a home a job a wife
Why don't you face the facts
You can never be sure of any of that
Look out in your own backyard
There's people like that livin under the stars
We're all makin it on the breadline
Drop your tools on the production line
Stick with us or you'll fall behind
Cause we're all makin it on the breadline
There he is again
He's yellin his head off to his friends
He says, there's never any credit given
When credit should be due
Well I've worked my guts out to
See it's all shot through
And we're still all livin on the breadline
Work it out come on
Just a bit of wear and tear
Fish for mudcrabs dig for lizards
That's all it takes livin on the breadline
Could you still cope with life
Without a home a job a wife
Why don't you face the facts
You can never be sure of any of that
Cause we're unloved, unrecognised
Looking rejection in the eye
We're all makin it on the breadline
Drop your tools on the production line
Stick with us or you'll fall behind
Cause we're all makin it on the breadline