Unemployment by Twinkle Brothers

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Time hard sir, but it getting harder

Devaluation of the dollar
Make cost of living get higher

Today you live like a king, sir

Tomorrow, you beg like a pauper
Today you live like a king, sir
Tomorrow, you beg like a pauper

Time hard sir, a so it rough, sir

Five out a ten nah work, sir
Talking about unemployment, sir

Today you drink wine like water

Mind tomorrow you drink gutter water
Today you drink wine like water
Tomorrow, you drink gutter water ah-ah

Time hard sir, a so it rough, sir

Devaluation of the dollar
Make prices get higher
Let me tell you time hard, sir
A so it rough, sir

Today you live like a king, sir

Tomorrow, you beg like a pauper
Today you live like a king, sir
Tomorrow, you beg like a pauper

Time hard sir, a so it rough, sir

Five out a ten nah work, sir
Talking about unemployment, sir
Time hard sir, a so it rough, sir

Today you drink wine like water

Mind tomorrow you drink gutter water
Today you drink wine like water
Tomorrow, you drink gutter water, ah-ah

Time hard sir, a so it rough, sir

Devaluation of the dollar, prices get higher
Time hard sir, but it getting harder
Tell you time rough sir
Talking about unemployment, sir

Time hard sir, I say time rough, sir

Devaluation of the dollar make prices get higher
Me tell you time rough sir, a so it tough, sir
Five out a ten nah work sir
Talking about unemployment, sir

Me tell you time hard, sir

Poem
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So long without a job he's been
And cannot make ends meet,
He wears an extra jumper
For he can't afford the heat,
He feels that he is useless
And has nothing more to give,
Sometimes he wants to end it all
And doesn't want to live.

For he was made redundant

Many desperate years ago,
He saw the local factories close
And felt the cruel winds blow,
His wife then left and took the kids
And did not keep in touch,
He never got the chance to say
He loved them all so much.

So now he's all alone

Without a penny to his name,
He bears the guilt and sadness
Yet he's not the one to blame,
Now he stares out of the window
Watching days go passing by,
Too strong he feels to ask for help
But weak enough to cry.
By:Andrew Blakemore
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