The Chills
Текст песни Doledrums

Stay in bed till much too late
Scanning situations vacant
The face in the mirror looks withered and old
My skin is grey - I can't go out - I'm always cold

In the doledrums
On the dole
In the doledrums
On the dole

Counting down lonely hours
Drinking lots and taking showers
I no longer dream about the rest of my years
I'll check the letterbox - does anyone care?

In the doledrums
On the dole
In the doledrums
On the dole

But the benefits arrive and life goes on
The benefits arrive and life goes on