Block Cold

(yo) The landlord’s breathing down my neck,

a different kind of pressure While the gas bill’s climbing like a

mountain, out of measure I’m staring at a brown envelope,

a threat in bold font Everything the council wants is everything I

don’t Got a ten-pack of loud in the lining of my puffer

The economy's sick, and the working class suffer But the smoke in

the air makes the ceiling look low When the rent goes up,

the motivation goes slow.

Zoot in the air while the prices hit the sky Council tax

hiking, but the high’s still high Five bags for the flower,

but the heating’s on a dime Trading my sanity for a little

bit of time

Yeah, we’re spinning in the cycle,

the pound’s losing weight Burning loud in the kitchen just to tolerate

the state.

Step out the door,

it’s a cold-hearted city The cost of a meal deal is starting

to look gritty I’m dodging the bailiffs,

I’m dodging the rain Mixing the Cali to numb out the pain

My plug’s getting greedy,

he’s hiking the price Now the weed costs a dinner,

a roll of the dice But if the trains don’t run and

the electricity’s gone At least the haze keeps me steady till dawn.

(Low,

menacing tone)

They want a piece of the cake,

but the cake is a crumb

The city is shouting,

but the people are numb

Pass it to the left,

let the worries drift far

I’m counting my pence in the back of a car.

Now the fridge is looking empty,

just a lemon and a lime But the stash is looking healthy,

it’s a wonderful crime If the pound keeps dropping,

I’ll start my own plot Grow a forest in the flat,

keep the landlord forgot Scent of the diesel,

the smell of the street Where the cost of surviving is a

bitter defeat But the smoke is a blanket,

the weed is a shield Until the day that the system finally

yields.

Just another Tuesday in a broken town

Price of living up,

while the spirit’s going down Pass the lighter...

Yeah...

Just pass the lighter.