The Chills- Doledrums
Stay in bed till much too late
Scanning situation- vacant
The face in the mirror gets withered and old
The skin is grey, I can't go out I'm always cold
In the doldrums
On the dole
Counting down lonely hours
Drinking lots and taking showers
I no longer dream about the rest of my years
I check the letterbox
Does anyone care?
In the doldrums
On the dole
The benefits arrive and life goes on
The benefits arrive and life goes on
The benefits arrive and life goes on and on and on
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