The Money's No Good lyrics
On 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