The Money's No Good lyricsOn Virgin Ground (1980)
The Money's No Good (John Schumann) You get out of bet about half-past seven Your days are hell so sleeping’s heaven Unfold the paper over yesterday’s meal Good morning Mr Howard, how do you feel? Another batch of figures says everything’s fine But that’s not what the’re saying on the dole-form line. Pocketful of silver like a pocketful of rocks You stagger down the road to the telephone box “That job’s gone” says the person when you ring “You’re the thirteenth today” as he drops the thing. Postman at the gate just to make you feel better Another half a dozen no-job letters. The debts pile up and your confidence goes And everyone in the family knows They sympathise because they deel the should Seven days a week and the money’s no good So you wander around the house for hours at a time You’re looking for a riff and you’re looking for a rhyme Another cup of coffee, no sugar or cream While the sun goes down on your Australian fream The lady next door’s screaming at her kids Because the dole didn’t come but the landlord did You spend a half a day a week at the CES You get a flint-eyed stare from behind the desk I havent got a job and you think it’s a sin Don’t you read the papers mate, where have you been? Look at the floor, hear your father say “They’ve shut down the shop and they’ve stopped our pay”. Isn’t it time we became annoyed, there are two generations unemployed |
1980 Virgin Ground album version
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