Marx and Engels
There’s misery in all I hear and seeFrom the people on TVAfter their tea when life begins againThey’ll be happier than me
There are a thousand meals being made on SaturdayFrom the view I saw todayI took a bet inside the launderetteWith a girl from Wallasey
She spoke in dialect I could not understandBut one thing she made clearThere was no coming on to herThere was no way
There’s misery in all I hear and seeFrom the people on TVAfter their tea when life begins againThey’ll be happier than me
There are a thousand meals being made on SaturdayFrom the view I saw todayI took a bet inside the launderetteWith a girl from Wallasey
She spoke in dialect I could not understandBut one thing she made clearThere was no coming on to herThere was no wayThat she could respectIf it couldn’t seeThat the girl just wants to beLeft alone with Marx and Engels for a whileShe’s writing in the styleOf any riot girl