Doledrums - The Chills
Stay in bed till much too late
Scanning situations vacant
The face in the mirror looks withered and old
My skin is grey I can't go out I'm always
Cold
In the doledrums
On the dole
In the doledrums
On the dole
Counting down lonely hours
Drinking lots and taking showers
I no longer dream about the rest of my years
I'll check the letterbox does anyone care
In the doledrums
On the dole
In the doledrums
On the dole
But the benefits arrive and life goes on
The benefits arrive and life goes on
The benefits arrive and live life goes
On and on
On on
On
The benefits arrive and life goes on
The benefits arrive and life goes on
The benefits arrive and life goes on
The benefits arrive and live life goes on
And on
And on
The benefits arrive and life goes on
The benefits arrive and life goes on
And on
And on