Looking For A Job

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[Intro 1]
[G]

[Verse 1]
[G]Christ, another weekend gone
Another Monday looking for a job
What's the odds on getting
work of any kind
Finding a job, any kind of a [Em]job[G]
Anything
Fed up to the teeth with doing nothing
Fed up with scroungin' for a [Cm]liv i[G]n'
If you can call it a liv[C]in'[Gsus4][C]
[Cm]Lady please, give me [C]a job
[Cm]Mis [C]ter [Cm], I'm willing to work[C],
just [Gsus4]try me[C][G][Cm]
I'll sweep the streets, I'll shovel shit
I'll do a [C]bit of any[Cm]thin'
Willin' to turn me hand to anything, anything, anything,
[C]any[Cm]thing, [C]any[Cm]thing.[C][Gsus4][G]
Are they deaf?
The bastards didn't seem to hear me
Looking for a job
What's the odds [Cm]of chanting a million?
More like one in three million
That's if they're telling [Gm]the truth
[G]Cooking the [Cm]books more [G]likely
[Cm]Sick of being on the outside in the street
Sick of being last in the [G]queue
Sick of being looked through
[Cm]as if I'[G]m not there
The original Invisible Man
[Cm]Lady, give me a job
For Christ's sake, mister,
[C]give me a [Cm]job
Not just a scheme, it's a job that I need
[G]Not just filling in time, filling up holes
playing [Cm]with waste [G]and the chipboard sawdust won't fill [Cm]up the holes [G]in me days in [C]my life
[Gsus4]saw dust [C]won't[Cm] hel[G]p me to live with me wife, w[C]it[Gsus4]h me kid, with me[C][Gsus4][C][G]
It's [Cm]work that I [G]need,
[Cm]and cash in the hand
at the end [C]of the week.[Cm][G]
Ah, another twelve months gone,
was the user looking for a job.
[Cm]What's that a show,
where did it [G]go, and how?
[Cm]Frittered away on the box,
the box is eating [G]my [Gm]life.
[G]Tired of the bickering rows,
[Cm]Ashamed of the things that I [G]say,
I'm [Cm]tired of being [G]ashamed.
Disgusted with the smell
of [Cm]the scrapheap[G]
[G]An [Cm]d sca[G]red of[Cm] the thought[G]s
that come into [Cm]me head
[G]Jesus, I wish I was
Unless you're [G]one of the walking dead
You don't know what it's [G]like
And I don't need some
tallow -faced [G]git
Some callous shit from Bastard Bill
To tell me to get on [G]me [C]bike
[Cm]Lady, give me a job[C]
[Gsus4]Not next [Cm]year, mister, but now
Give me a job
[G]I'm [G]at the end of me [G]tether
[G]Give me [Cm]a job, or [G]I'll get on [Cm]my bike
And tear your stinking world [G]apart![D]