Kitchen Sink/Girl in the Call Centre Songtext
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Kitchen Sink/Girl in the Call Centre Songtext
Took a walk down Parasite Street
A leafy hamlet, no dangerous side streets
Didn′t have to dodge no shit on the pavement
No broken bottles thrown for entertainment
Behind these gates, they dream up large contracts
Tea and cake and knocking down council flats
But the thousands blame the millions
Cos the dozens tell the thousands what to think
As the millions feel the heat between the TV and the kitchen sink
The kitchen sink
Girl in the call centre
You're under stress
You do your best
To pass their targets and tests
Every call is recorded
The callers blame you
But what can you do?
Girl in the call centre
At the end of it all
You get the tube back home
Where you′re together, alone
Hit the sack after a shower
You're skipping meals cos your rent's unreal
How does it feel?
I walked back from where I′d begun
The path ahead, it sparkled in the sun
Smashed glass, in boredom hurled
Instant desperation′s understood around the world
Concentrate aggression, the future can be won
You'll never change a thing
Stretched out with your head in The Sun
But the thousands blame the millions
Cos the dozens tell the thousands what to think
As the millions feel the heat
Between the TV and the kitchen sink
The kitchen sink
By the kitchen sink
The fuckin′ kitchen sink
A leafy hamlet, no dangerous side streets
Didn′t have to dodge no shit on the pavement
No broken bottles thrown for entertainment
Behind these gates, they dream up large contracts
Tea and cake and knocking down council flats
But the thousands blame the millions
Cos the dozens tell the thousands what to think
As the millions feel the heat between the TV and the kitchen sink
The kitchen sink
Girl in the call centre
You're under stress
You do your best
To pass their targets and tests
Every call is recorded
The callers blame you
But what can you do?
Girl in the call centre
At the end of it all
You get the tube back home
Where you′re together, alone
Hit the sack after a shower
You're skipping meals cos your rent's unreal
How does it feel?
I walked back from where I′d begun
The path ahead, it sparkled in the sun
Smashed glass, in boredom hurled
Instant desperation′s understood around the world
Concentrate aggression, the future can be won
You'll never change a thing
Stretched out with your head in The Sun
But the thousands blame the millions
Cos the dozens tell the thousands what to think
As the millions feel the heat
Between the TV and the kitchen sink
The kitchen sink
By the kitchen sink
The fuckin′ kitchen sink
Writer(s): Simon Whittle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com