There's misery in all I hear and see
From the people on TV
After their tea when life begins again
They'll be happier than me
There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday
From the view I saw today
I took a bet inside the launderette
With a girl from Wallasey

She spoke in dialect, I could not understand
But one thing she made clear
There was no coming on to her
There was no way

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There's misery in all I hear and see
From the people on TV
After their tea when life begins again
They'll be happier than me
There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday
From the view I saw today
I took a bet inside the launderette
With a girl from Wallasey

She spoke in dialect I could not understand
But one thing she made clear
There was no coming on to her
There was no way
That she could respect
If it couldn't see
That the girl just wants to be
Left alone with Marx and Engels for a while
She's writing in the style
Of any riot girl

The bourgeoisie, historically, has played a revolutionary part to all feudal, idyllic relationships
It has resolved personal worth and in place of freedom is exploitation for profit alone
There is a spectre of the past in my bold assertion
We could learn much from the past