The Lot lyrics

Could it be someone's telling lies
Or could it be that I'm getting wise
Awoke myself from a nose-dive glide
I caught myself but you've lost all pride

I'm not going with you
Won't you come on with me ?

See your world in a drift fly past
So good the feeling you want to last

I'm not going with you
Would you come on with me ?

I'm not here to watch day and night
Or to hear you drift out of life

A sorting office in the Old Kent Road
Caters from coast to most
A nice little number if you're out of work
And aren't the sort to boast,
you're in need of a job, bob-a-job, rob-a-job
I'm your man to see
I'll sit I'll listen I'll not say a word
The less said would be best for we

Ooh, what a firm of naughty boys
Ooh, I've been a naughty boy

We don't want to mark each other's card

Walls signed with autographs,
Ceilings full of echoed laughs,
Something's disappear.
Gurus on roller skates,
Capital for swinging fetes
The area is to be cleared.

A stab in the back, the smoke and the black
As it smoulders to its grave.
Disappear with the fun and the fear
Another chance to misbehave.

Organ tinkling organ,
Marriage planning children,
Spinning, round and round.

Door Locked Open, Door Locked Shut
See you soon, hopefully not
I've been and gone so many times
Without a work I've dropped no lines
Just look Forward, Never Back
Selfish bastard, dicta-brat

Please forgive me
For the things that I've done
Don't feel ashamed
If you're asked hows your son

Living here and living there
Lived at home but very rare
To see your faces it would be

You said youre leaving well thats okay
You said youve had enough what can I say
I suppose Ill be sad for a week or two
But in the end its the same for me and you
Well both sorry through and through

You said youre leaving well thats okay
You said youve had enough what can I say
I suppose Ill be sad for a week or two
But in the end its the same for me and you