ultimately you can't help me
temping won't solve me
problems of direction and money
sent on jobs only lasting a day
scanning porn, taking calls
typing won't administrate my life
working relationship lacks chemistry
i need purpose you need workers
pause
between assignments leaves me out of sync
unable to sleep
till morning time
late nights eating my mind
no security in my position
early for a month late once we won't miss you
agency pimps taking their cut
smiling face is a must
some truthful, some not
be straight with me, don't like goose chases or herrings
looking for friendly atmosphere and things
a monkey's work for monkey nuts is no bonus
it'd take far more to satisfy us
"if you're good at it they'll take you on permanently"
sounds hellish to me
rather keep it temporary
can only put up with unhealthy
management for so long
i get vexed when they flex their whip in CSC's
don't patronise me you'll never leave swansea
lacking ambition to vacate dead end locality
got your car and some k's
small minded thinking ties you to this place
this is said only in defense
treat me well and you won't hear these insults
hated
'student'
moving on in life
not listening to the wave
tin pot shite doesn't do anything for me
can't show the big picture
adverts shoot the messenger
give me the one, XFM, one extra
capital punishment from dr fox
emulated on the likes of the box
mtv2 and base slapped the pee out of p-rock
but at least punks tried
smash hits can kiss their popshite goodbye
needing to restore originality
sense of individuality
I don't act like a sheep even though I'm from cymru
i won't bend over and be fucked by your 4.50 per
hours are all wrong
compressed shifts squeeze
life from my soul
try to swallow me whole
just living to work
don't give a fuck
only lasts a week
afternoon shifts clearing ming
not loving
cleaning
tables for a living, and basically
thanks for coming