“the ‘unemployment line'” (lyrics)

out of a job
at the end of his rope
and fading away…

you oughta know when to fold…
your soul will not ever be sold

colder and colder
the weather will grow
so outta my way…

nobody needed right now…
but make him believe it’s OK…

this actor needs an actress
ths princess needs a prince
this pillow needs a mattress
this answer needs some hints

filling a form out
like all of the rest
how many times in a day?

you oughta do what you’re told…
you oughta know when to fold…
your soul will not ever, your soul will not ever be sold…