Lyrics

Living in a four room flat
There are three of us
Our old car has broken down
So we take the bus

I work for a retail chain
The benefits aren't great
I'll be turning thirty soon
I hope it's not too late

To make a better life
For my baby and my wife
I must find a way
To lift us out of this mire
Think my soul is on fire fire

My best years were in my teens
It's kind of sad but true
Hanging out with all my friends
Each day after school

Used to work some summer jobs
The low pay was no sweat
Now my standards aren't the same
I'm getting desperate

To make a better life
For my baby and my wife
I must find a way
To lift us out of this mire
Think my soul is on fire fire

They say life is what you make it
I make twelve fifty three
My fate's not all in my hands
As far as I can see

To make a better life
For my baby and my wife
I must find a way
To lift us out of this mire
Think my soul is on fire fire
Think my soul is on fire fire
Think my sould is on fire fire