Clock strikes quarter to nine

We’re all stood outside waiting in the line

She says “Good morning, what’s your name?”

“My name’s Sid Ryan I’ve got a meeting to attend”

“Thank you very much if you could take a seat

They’ll be over in a minute to

Explain the scheme”

Why you can’t get a job and where you

Should belong

But how can’t they see

Surrounded by all kinds of people from

The over qualified to those who’ve crumbled

Pregnant teens, suit and ties, yet they’re

Still to realise

We’re teaching the industrials ways

When the workplace has moved to a

Different age

Still say yes and still agree

One day they’ll seek creativity

Who would’ve thought I’d end up here

My plans, intentions

JSA had no mention

Who would’ve thought I’d end up here

My future, intentions

JSA had no mention

The only advice I ever received

Was from a man in a shirt so tight he

Couldn’t breathe

Shouting the odds ‘cause he’s seen it all before

Just another drop out that ain’t got a cause

Looked me up and down with a mocking grin

And said “Listen here nipper this is where

We’ll begin…”

“You’ll have better luck as a funeral director

Than playing in a band that doesn’t matter

Think of the long term and where

You want to be

‘Cause your plan holds no guarantees”