Song Lyrics

Well, he's watching all the wealthy folk on his way to work
Saturday's so far away, there's so much shit to shirk
He's gotta keep his chin up, he's gotta keep his nerve
But he just wants to skin up and sit down
And flaming will sod those who he serves

'Cause what's the use of money
If you've got no time to use it?
He don't wanna sell his life to you
You know, he'd rather have his time than a bob or two

But you can't find the money for your rent
Or to pay the laundry lent
You better turn to God 'cause you're up shit creak
And you're sailing into hell
You'll be wailing when they sell your soul to the repo man

And now he's unemployed, he lives off milk and bread
His graduate account is so far in the red
He listened to his heart when he should have used his head
He suffers for his art, he's so skint
His tenancy is hanging by a thread

And now he's got the time
But he hasn't got the money
To do the things that people do
But still he'd rather have his time than a bob or two

But you can't find the money for your rent
Or to pay the laundry lent
You better turn to God 'cause you're up shit creak

And you're sailing into hell
You'll be wailing when they sell your soul to the repo man

All of his money is gone
(All of his money has gone)
What did he spend it all on?
(What did he spend it all on?)
He's never had so much fun
(He's never had so much fun)
All of his money is gone
(All of his money has gone)

Oh no now my last penny has been spent
Still my life is heaven sent
'Cause I've got my friends to help me through this time
I'll repay you in the end, don't you worry
I promise you I'll pay you back with time

Find the money for your rent
Or to pay the laundry lent
You better turn to God 'cause you're up shit creak
And you're sailing into hell
You'll be wailing when they sell your soul to the repo man

Find the money for your rent
(All his money is gone)
Find the money for your rent

Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Rob Skipper