Lyrics:

I need something in my life to straighten me out

Let's rent this shed, we'll do vocals in the bog

Call toast PR tell 'em we've opened up shop

Campaign meetings at Warner, no coke and not drunk

3 years to make this work, or look a joke and be broke

Blag their lawyers like the con with a dog

And there'll be no more straight scores to drop and keep dropping

Settle my gross addictions with my net and come

Tell my mum over tea that my whole life's fucking up

We've got two fifty grand in the budget to go

Subtract five for club promo

Lose five for a good video and fifteen for a dud video, fuck that



It's the hardest way to make an easy living

The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery



Mayhem textes me about the press and TV

See if I've taken any Es

So I can get some sleep

Nap on the settee, the laptop next to me

Wince for my family at the skinner scandal of the week

TV pluggers, product managers straight up

Club promo needs to step up, help it work

Stick to our guns, don't crack to demands

Tell my mum in the car, that the car might have to go back

Two hundred and twenty five grand

Twenty six grand for a showcase

And five more on tour support and support story



It's the hardest way to make an easy living

The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery



We'll never get bankrupt if we never have a go

This is no ordinary label, I need to flash up my flow

Go into Maurice Sedwell as Savile Row

I want a pin-stripe suit that no man owns

Cash in the Kano beat for the silver shadow

Send it to warrior for the flash and the glow

The safest way to double your money is to fold it in your pocket

Tell my mum during breakfast that I got no sleep

Eight grand paid in September, April, May and December

If this keeps going so well, this is going to be the end of us



It's the hardest way to make an easy living

The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery



In spread betting it's easy to draw a small fortune start

With a big fortune and lose into a small fortune

Haven't got a clue, we blindly charge on

Death threats from a boy of the girl I sarged on

She said she didn't have a bloke, another lesson marked down

Verbal agreements aren't worth the paper they're marked on

Get scans of reviews, we beg to chart up

Tell my mum over tea, the press have started up

We've spent a fortune

'Cause with ghost buying it's the end for tune

We need to sell some records soon



It's the hardest way to make an easy living

The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery



It's the hardest way to make an easy living

The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery