Look at me when I'm feeling down 
All my emotions being puked on the crowd 
Do you think anybody cares 
I'm society's sucker of your great welfare 

Sick of being on the Dole 
Society hates me, leave me alone 
Sick of being on the Dole 
No pub will give me alcohol 

Look at me when I'm robbing you 
Got no money, but I need food 
The system stopped sponsoring me 
What the fuck am I gonna do? 

Sick of being on the Dole 
Society hates me, leave me alone 
Sick of being on the Dole 
No pub will give me alcohol 

There is work, they say every day 
But not for me, so I've got no pay 
It's easy to judge from your side 
But do you know how hard I've tried 

Sick of being on the Dole 
Sick, Sick, Sick, Sick.....

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