Another song about my friends at the DWP.
Scrap Metal
I upload music to under the alias 'Extar'. The music is primarily heavy metal, but I like trying my hand at other things now and again. I record my music in my bedroom with an old PC and a bunch of sub-standard equipment.
Lyrics
An insult once, an insult twice,
To throw onto the pile,
Head kept down with all your peers,
It really suits your style.
Chorus:
Pushed beyond the breaking point,
Left on the floor to crawl,
Cast the weight off of my back,
Prepared to end it all.
Take it on the chin each time,
And thank them for the favour,
The poison comes with a handout chaser,
To hide the bitter flavour.
Chorus
At first they teach you how to fly,
Then they tie you on the ground,
Then maybe when you need some help,
They're nowhere to be found.
Left out on the scrap heap,
Rusting away your time,
Subtracting your expenses,
Please sign on the dotted line.
They give with one hand,
But with the other take away,
Put your details on proper form,
And put it in the tray.
Left out on the scrap heap,
Imprisoned for the crime,
Subtracting your expenses,
Please sign on the dotted line.
The scale of their failure,
Only matched by their contempt,
Lambasting you for your ideals,
And they wonder why you resent.
Chorus
Take the pain and throw it back,
One piece at a time,
You say you'll never come back,
But they'll keep your place in line.
Chorus
