Lyrics

Day in a life, life in a day, too poor to get out of my own way
Stuck in this box I call my skull, I text the guy to see what to sell
Coke, dope, and weed that's what I need
to get me back to where I been
Help me forget reality because this is one big con
Is this all it's gonna be?
Is there nothing left to see?
Is there no-one left to be?
And then you die, man what a con

Locked in a billet of racists with faces of hatred, never given space to exist in these places. Everybody looking for the easy way out, well I can tell you you can scream and you can shout, but nobody ever yet got out of here living. Give in to the pressure drop of one day given. Never was told that it would get this bad, and I never even knew of all the choice we never had.

Day in a life, life in a day, too poor to get out of my own way
Stuck in this box I call my skull, I text the guy to see what to sell
Coke, dope, and weed that's what I need
to get me back to where I been
Help me forget reality because this is one big con

We've been stitched up, we've been led on,
then I woke up, it's one big con
We've been stitched up, we've been led on,
man this is one big con
Is this all it's gonna be?
Is there nothing left to see?
Is there no-one left to be?
Man, this is one big con

With a beer and a bong, worship what's on the telly or streaming pod-cast. Curry and chips flow past your numb lips as the pictures go grinding along. A day in the life is a life in a day, too poor to be living too well. You'll call or you'll text for what you need next, safe in your box where you'll stay. One day they will come to carry you on to heaven or hell's brimstone: to hang with the host, or slowly spit-roast, or find it was just a big con.