Wishing I was someone else, It's my own fault that I'm fucked up but I still worry about my mental health. I've g-g-got a stutter and the memory of a Goldfish, My mind is melting into mush because I barely use it. I think it's time to sort it out, to get a job and move out. But I'm just a kid! So? Deal with it! It's the credit crunch, that's my excuse for being unemployed for months. Wishing I was someone else but I'm not, I'm myself, And I really need some cash 'cos chasing dreams don't pay you jack. So put the kettle on, leave the tea bag in because I like it strong, My mouth is burned to bits and I'm practically drowning in PG Tips. I'm not promising anything but I'll try to try to get a job instead of watching TV all of the time, but we all know the best thing since sliced bread is Two Pints Of Lager And A Packet Of Crisps. Playstation 3 is owning me, I'm sick of playing Gameboy, Nintendo and Xbox 360. My thumbs have blisters on the plasters covering blisters - Triangle and circle are my brothers, X and square my sisters. I moved back in with my mum, no job, no money, no hope, no fun. I owe about a million grand for my guitar, my amp and a band van. I studied music at University, spent another million grand on tuition fees and then left without a degree. We are the kids of the recession, credit cards, overdrafts, loans and no pensions. We are the kids, we'll learn our lesson by years of living in a country in depression.