The Squeeze

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The Squeeze Lyrics
Eye's down mind your own devices
Hide your frown when your head's between the vice and
Bite down on your lip to keep it quiet
The fire's out but that pan in keeps on frying
Pack down they're picking up the prices
Five pound just to get your milk and rice in
Quiet down speak only when invited oh
By now don't you think you'd pick a fight with all the
Rascals spending all their money on their flash homes
Laughing how its funny how your past goals
Fell far by the way side for these arseholes
No matter how high you climb the ladder it keeps raising
Might be far too hard to fly these times can be constraining
Try and try and just get by the nights leak into days
It seems the squeeze won't let you breathe or even day dream
Take it, fake it, shut it out erase it
There'll be no more fucking around or contemplating
You stay on the back foot, on your knees with you head in the sand stuck
Thinking how the hell did it get so bad counting beans till your old and you can't stop
And there's no line again
The cost of life is raised
More and more fines to pay
But they're hoarding all the wages
Sell your soul for lies and fakes
To whores of gold and graves