Clock strikes quarter to nine
We're all stood outside waiting in the line
She says “Good morning, what's your name?”
“My name's Sid Ryan I've got a meeting to attend”

“Thank you very much if you could take a seat
They'll be over in a minute to
Explain the scheme”
Why you can't get a job and where you
Should belong
But how can't they see
Surrounded by all kinds of people from
The over qualified to those who've crumbled
Pregnant teens, suit and ties, yet they're
Still to realise
We're teaching the industrials ways
When the workplace has moved to a
Different age
Still say yes and still agree
One day they'll seek creativity

Who would've thought I'd end up here
My plans, intentions
JSA had no mention
Who would've thought I'd end up here
My future, intentions
JSA had no mention

The only advice I ever received
Was from a man in a shirt so tight he
Couldn't breathe
Shouting the odds ‘cause he's seen it all before
Just another drop out that ain't got a cause
Looked me up and down with a mocking grin
And said “Listen here nipper this is where
We'll begin…”
“You'll have better luck as a funeral director
Than playing in a band that doesn't matter
Think of the long term and where
You want to be
‘Cause your plan holds no guarantees”

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