There's misery in all I hear and see

From the people on TV

After their tea when life begins again

They'll be happier than me

There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday

From the view I saw today

I took a bet inside the launderette

With a girl from Wallasey



She spoke in dialect I could not understand

But one thing she made clear

There was no coming on to her

There was no way



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There's misery in all I hear and see

From the people on TV

After their tea when life begins again

They'll be happier than me

There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday

From the view I saw today

I took a bet inside the launderette

With a girl from Wallasey



She spoke in dialect I could not understand

But one thing she made clear

There was no coming on to her

There was no way

That she could respect

If it couldn't see

That the girl just wants to be

Left alone with Marx and Engels for a while

She's writing in the style

Of any riot girl



"The bourgeoisie, historically, has played a revolutionary part to all feudal, idyllic relationships.

It has resolved personal worth and in place of freedom is exploitation for profit alone.

There is a spectre of the past in my bold assertion.

We could learn much from the past."