Punk By Numbers

I tried to fix the cooker in the kitchen
Gas was coming out of every hole
Everything was leaking, reeking always
So I went down to the office of the dole

Away...they said
Youve got to get yourself
Away...they said
Youve got to get yourself away from here
A liberty
They took from me

(and) now Im feeling just a little vex, yeah
I dont feel like Ive done anything wrong
All I want is warmth without my arse blown up
But this little fucker wont get off the phone

Away... they said
Youve got to get yourself
Away... they said
Youve got to get yourself away from here
A liberty
They took away from me

So I took a little time to think of action
I cant go home, I cant stay, Ive had enough
So I fired up all the gas and blew the dole up
Left that little fucker blackened on the phone