Young, gifted and skint - that's where it in't

Look how easily it happened, look how easily I fell

Now I'm up to here in debt, there's a noose around my neck

There's a price upon my head 

My past was all in borrowed time, stupid, stupid borrowed time

Now that the deed is done I'm waiting for the axe to fall

Fantasies grow in my brain - run away and start again

Disappear and change my name 

Money makes the world go round, fear makes it turn much faster

Can't pay the rent-man a single thing, don't let the man from the Gas Board in

Maybe this is all a dream, maybe I'll wake up again

Maybe this could all be clean again . . .