This ain't no walk in the park
It gets dark pretty soon
And no-one gives a damn about you
Count on that, it's a set-back
It might seem bleak
It's a stone cold fact

I remember getting paid 'cause I had a job once
Sent 50 CVs but I got no response
So back down the JC+, join a line
Sign a form, make a call, just a waste of my time
Beans for tea, 3rd night in a row
Toast for breakfast. Got jam? Hell no.
I can't complain, it's food in my belly
Just a radio 'cause they repossessed the telly
Which is fine 'cause the programmes are lacking morality
Vacuous dickheads craving celebrity
Brevity, looks and, above all things, money
I've been to Philadelphia, it's ain't fucking sunny
Somebody somewhere's getting way overpaid
I'd sell my mother on Ebay just for minimum wage
Buddy, lend us a quid for a bottle or two
It's a slippery slope, could it happen to you?

This ain't no walk in the park
It gets dark pretty soon
And no-one gives a damn about you
Count on that, it's a set-back
It might seem bleak
It's a stone cold fact

I won't put on a voice or affect an accent
This ain't Raekwon or Dre, I'm a white guy from Chatham
Not straight outta Compton or raised in the streets
So get the fuck over yourselves and listen to the beat
There's a wave of hatred sweeping
Through Eurasia and I'm keeping
My hopes up these right-wing arseholes
Change their ways or be humiliated at the polls
I don't care much for religion
But we all should be free from derision
To quote Voltaire "I detest what you say
But defend your right to say it" anyway
The excrement's hitting the air-con in Syria
People who wouldn't think twice about killing you
Trade your imaginary friends in for oil
The spoils of war, slip off this mortal coil

This ain't no walk in the park
It gets dark pretty soon
And no-one gives a damn about you
Count on that, it's a set-back
It might seem bleak
It's a stone cold fact