Lyrics by Hewings/Boag. Music by These Animal Men

Released on Too Sussed? Mini-LP and the Speeed King single.

Jobs For The Boys

The twentysomethings paint their boots
Plundering mother's purse, as the evening suits
Shaving off the whiskers, give away their age
Dowsing flames to circumsise their rage

You want to say, but you realise
There's no more conflict in those eyes
Mr PC shouts his mind, he shuts his eyes up too
He shuts his mouth and then walks out on you

Pushing paper bores you silly
Getting home's the ultimate thing
Trading kisses with the telly
Put the turntable on to sing

chourus
A safe job getaway
An employment holiday

The phone is always off the hook
UK BT owns your pocket
Don't forget your keys and your favourite friend
You might just find yourself lucky

If you want to shag your teachers daughter
Don't let Lady Vic stop you
Don't have to wait until the second time
Before you commit your own sex crime

If you see life in a bus lane
Look away and sniff some more
For breakfast, lunch and then for dinner
Then go out and make sure you score

chourus
A safe job getaway
An employment holiday

Jobs for the boys

I know you know I trust you
So why don't you trust me

The do-or-die piece of life. The middle ground of 20-something. Settle in and look forward to the weekend? Or, unbuckle and blast off.