Lyric Punk By Numbers

I tried to fix the cooker in the kitchen
Gas was coming out of every hole
Everything was leaking, reeking always
So I went down to the office of the dole

Away...they said
You ve got to get yourself
Away...they said
You ve got to get yourself away from here
A liberty
They took from me

(And) now I m feeling just a little vex, yeah
I don t feel like I ve done anything wrong
All I want is warmth without my arse blown up
But this little fucker won t get off the phone

Away... they said
You ve got to get yourself
Away... they said
You ve got to get yourself away from here
A liberty
They took away from me

So I took a little time to think of action
I can t go home, I can t stay, I ve had enough
So I fired up all the gas and blew the dole up
Left that little fucker blackened on the phone