I work in a bargain bookshop Selling nothing you'd ever want to read I get paid less than the minimum wage A bit more than a gram of weed I don't get along with my colleagues One's Jenny and the other one's Keith One of em I know from college The other's only got three teeth I steal money from my parents Spend it on a Saturday night Sundays I feel guilty From the second that I open my eyes Last week in Media Studies Working on a surrealist short The teacher said: "What's the meaning?" But it doesn't mean a thing at all And I never said that I was honest So I don't know what you heard me say But I cross my heart - I promise I haven't had a dream all day There are things that I'd do different Sometimes I wish I could But just because you can do something Doesn't really mean you should I work in a bargain bookshop Selling nothing you'd ever want to read I get paid less than the minimum wage A bit more than a gram of weed