Living with unemployment

Newton Neurotics

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    I was living in a newtown
    I had problems with my parents
    So I moved on up to London town
    Where they said things were happening, going down

    Living in a besit
    Bunking the tube trains
    Sleeping all day long
    And you know no-one, 'cos you don't go out
    'Cos you've got no work
    You just watch television
    Living with unemployment

    I, I ain't got a job
    And there's no work in the city
    They, they always try to blame it on the blacks
    But it's really those in power who stab you in the back

    Living in a besit
    Bunking the tube trains
    Sleeping all day long
    And you know no-one, 'cos you don't go out
    'Cos you've got no work
    You just watch television
    Living with unemployment

    Round our way we ain't got a lot
    And after two years on the dole I felt I'd been left to rot
    But now I've joined the army and, believe it or not
    I'm going to Northern Ireland and I'm gonna get shot!

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    Living in a besit
    Bunking the tube trains
    Sleeping all day long
    And you know no-one, 'cos you don't go out
    'Cos you've got no work
    You just watch television
    Living with unemployment

    Living with unemployment
    Oh you get so lonely
    Living with unemployment
    It gets so frustrating
    Living with unemployment
    And the Neurotics wanna tell you what it's like to be
    Unemployed, out of work, unemployed, out of work
    (Mother's plea) Try to stay out of trouble, dear

    It's lonely for you
    And it's lonely for me
    It's lonely for all of us
    Can't you see?

    Living in a besit
    Bunking the tube trains
    Sleeping all day long
    And you know no-one, 'cos you don't go out
    'Cos you've got no work
    You just watch television
    Living with unemployment

    Living with unemployment
    Oh you get so lonely
    Living with unemployment
    It gets so frustrating
    Living with unemployment, living without

    (Club reggae section)
    When you've out of work
    They treat you like dirt
    I said, when you're out of work
    They treat you like dirt

    It's all part of the plan, part of the plan
    We are the scroungers
    Living with unemployment

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    Composition: Nicky Tesco and Jean-Marie Carroll

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