Unemployment

I've got holes in my pockets and

It gives me a headache

I clench my fists, try to will them both away

Can I get a cigarette? I need a new habit

My old ones just don't seem to cut it anymore

Why raise your expectations

Just so that you can get let down

There's millions of us around now

Scoping the ground now

Looking for a ticket out

We're so sad and self-satisfied

when we're talking amongst ourselves

About the way things ought to be

But the reality is we've got too much time on our hands

To handle the amount of time our hands are dangling by our sides

You and me are always going to be

At the bottom of the heap

There will always be some go-getter

Who can do the job better

So climb your ladder, I'll collect my check

For six more weeks

Hey man, I got a question

Where's my pension plan?

When does that kick in?

Hey man it's not about the money

It's about getting what you deserve