Bunchofuckingoofs

The welfare worker has cut you off
It’s not your fault cos you lost your job search
You don’t care when you end up in jail again
Cos three squares and a roof is what it is worth

You fit in well cos you never had real balls
One way or another mom always makes your bed
And to you it feels like dad just got home
Every time a screw gives you a shot in the head

Your day is well planned
Something you could never do
A once a month phonecall to welfare
Was way too much for you
A trip to the foodbank
Wasn’t on your way to score
Why did they have to put it
The other way from the beer store

Jug-up and meals are all laid out on time
Now rules are important
Let’s hear you whine
But it worked as an infant
And very little has changed
Only mommy is different
When it’s home on the range

Falling thru the revolving doors of jail
Doing real time or just waiting for bail
Passing the buck on self responsibility
Trading all your freedoms
For your new found mommy

You continue to do crimes
That for sure you’ll be caught
And claim that you hate jail
But prove that it’s not
All cos you won’t look after
Your own sorry ass
You’re proving and keeping
Yourself third class