The Retuner Prize by Zen Baseballbat Lyrics

Meet your average working stiff
Pushing a button in a light bulb factory
Meet your average working stiff
I never touch my salmon paste sandwiches

When Her Majesty came to our dumb town
We had a whazz in her brew
Down Stewards Avenue
When Her Majesty came to our dumb town
We had to clear up the streets
After the mess that she had left

Mr Speaker forgot what he was talking about
When he gobbed all over the workers
The audience forgot to clap
Thеir arses ached and the winе was crap

Goodnight night watchman playing with his torch
Goodnight night watchman stabbing at his warts
A disappearing face on an ID badge
Thinking nothing but Alcatraz
I shared the bottom pile with top lads from Salford
A bed full of bosses smarting goodbye
Non stop spraying in an unflushed bog
Down on my knees till I get another job

It's freezing cold in the middle of june
I can't think of anything funny or cool
You kill poetry every time you speak
I can taste the suburbs in everything I eat