Sleaford Mods - Jobseeker Lyrics
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Jobseeker
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What Are The Lyrics For Jobseeker By Sleaford Mods?
Jobseeker!
Can of Strongbow, I'm a mess Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression Supplied to me by the NHS Is anyone's guess how I got here? Anyone's guess how I go? I suck on a roll-up - pull your jeans up - F*** off, I'm going home Jobseeker! So Mr. Williamson, what have you done to find gainful employment Since your last signing on date? F*** all I've been sat around the house wanking, And I want to know why you don't serve coffee here My signing on time is supposed to be ten past eleven It's now twelve o'clock And some of you smelly bastards need executing Mr. Williamson your employment history looks quite impressive I'm looking at three managerial positions you previously held with quite Reputable companies, isn't this something you'd like to go back to? Nah, I'd just end up robbing the f***ing place, You've got a till full of twenties staring at you all day, I'm hardly going to bank it??? Jobseeker! Can of Strongbow, I'm a mess Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression Supplied to me by the NHS Is anyone's guess how I got here? Anyone's guess how I go? I suck on a roll-up - pull your jeans up - F*** off, I'm going home. |
Who Wrote Jobseeker By Sleaford Mods?
Andrew Robert Fearn, Jason Williamson
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What's The Duration Of The Jobseeker By Sleaford Mods?The duration of Jobseeker is 4:02 minutes and seconds. |
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