The Cost Of Living Is Killing Me Lyrics & Chords By The Skints

In this free country,
Where nothing is free,
The cost of living is-a killing me
(Murder murder murder)
First thing everybody working and serves in the dirt
and the worst thing's we're tightening our purse strings,
All smiles on the surface we're tired and they've cursed us,
Wild like a lion but confined to the circus
Sisters and my brothers,
those who stand above us plan to ruckus,
50 million sufferers in 33 boroughs,
taxing us for labour and then claiming that they love us,
Rage I feel the pain of minimum wage is snakes and ladders,
But the aim of the game is to
stay sane (stay sane),
get paid (get paid),
and again (and again)
and again smuggle all my hopes and dreams in the drain
and my name aint bill murray but I feel I'm living in a groundhog day,
money money money makes the world okay
but it's funny because I don't know if I feel that way.
In this free country,
Where nothing is free,
The cost of living is-a killing me
(Murder murder murder)
In this free country,
Where nothing is free,
The cost of living is-a killing me
(Murder murder murder)
- one fan's better?
- though i don't want to set up?
- lieing in a jungle?
- a pirahna getting wetter?
struggling to keep from slipping down down down
and all around they whisper and they sound sound sound
i'm hit
i hear you feel me but i know your daily struggle
cos i watch it from my window and regret
as i hear the cries of murder murder murder
lions on a murder murder murder
In this free country,
Where nothing is free,
The cost of living is-a killing me
(Murder murder murder)
In this free country,
Where nothing is free,
The cost of living is-a killing me
(Murder murder murder)
killing me
killing me
The cost of living is-a killing me
(murder murder murder)
All i really need
is enough to get by
i never had the want for anything more
you can call me a fool
but your way is too cruel
and i wont be falling in line
ooo
smiles on the surface
we're tired and they've cursed us
wild like a lion but confined to the circus
In this free country,
Where nothing is free,
The cost of living is-a killing me
(Murder murder murder)
In this free country,
Where nothing is free,
The cost of living is-a killing me
(Murder murder murder)