Besedila: Skunk Anansie. Punk By Numbers.

I tried to fix the cooker in the kitchen Gas was coming out of every hole Everything was leaking, reeking always So I went down to the office of the dole Away...they said You've got to get yourself Away...they said You've got to get yourself away from here A liberty They took from me (And) now I'm feeling just a little vex, yeah I don't feel like I've done anything wrong All I want is warmth without my arse blown up But this little fucker won't get off the phone Away... they said You've got to get yourself Away... they said You've got to get yourself away from here A liberty They took away from me So I took a little time to think of action I can't go home, I can't stay, I've had enough So I fired up all the gas and blew the dole up Left that little fucker blackened on the phone