Jobseeker Songtext
von Sleaford Mods

So Mr. Williamson, what you doing in order to find gainful employment
Since your last signing on date?
Fuck all

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18.6 middle (Rob)
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18.4 mate, middle

Jobseeker!

Can of Strongbow, I′m a mess
Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression
Supplied to me by the NHS
It's anyone′s guess how I got here
Anyone's guess how I'll go?
I suck on a roll-up, pull your jeans up
Fuck off, I′m going home!

Jobseeker!
Jobseeker!


So Mr. Williamson, what have you done in order to find gainful employment
Since your last signing on date?
Fuck all
I′ve 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 11
It′s now 12 o'clock
And some of you strange 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 fucking robbing the place
You've got a till full of 20s looking at you all day
Well I′m hardly gonna fucking bank it
I′ve got drugs to take and a mind to break

Jobseeker!

Can of Strongbow, I'm a mess
Desperately clutching onto a leaflet on depression
Supplied to me by the NHS
It′s anyone's guess how I got here
Anyone′s guess how I'll go?
I suck on a roll-up, pull your jeans up
Fuck off, I′m going home

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