In the space between
The factories
And the fluorescent halls
I stand before you
You live inside
Great castle walls
And the victorian graft
That only real people know
The agony
Of worklessness
Every job, oh every job
Impossible with my fecklessness
Aristocrats
Just do what they please
Arcane customs monopolize
And kick you right off
Oh I've never, oh I've never had a job
There is an ontological gulf that separates me
It was the core of my being and horrific irony
By some miracle, you offered
But you and I know, it's not for me
