Lyrics

Mixed up kids They just don't care Don't like your clothes Or the colour of your hair Won't give you none Of their precious time But let them screw Their own lives, not mine (Chorus) Jobs for the boys We've got no choice You try your best But they drown your voice You scratch their backs And they'll stab yours They don't give a damn Those 3 piece bores They stroll around In their pinstripe shit Only in it for what they can get You're out of place 'Cos your aims ain't the same Still playing their samе Old money game