Is this what you call home?
Four wooden walls
A bed, and clothes
Is this god paying for your vote?
Cause a place like this
Cuts off all hope
So, you're cutting
Every penny
But the milk's spilt
And you're twenty
But you've cried wolf
Once or twice now
But the cheques sent
And you're all out of time
Of time
Our five-course meal
Cut down to two
There's just enough for me and you
We're skinny now
But not by choice
Though those around us
Praise this voice
But the papers tell us
That we're here to lose
And the money's spent
And the job's diffuse
Around us
Around us
Unlucky number three
I think he's onto me
With budget cuts
Deciding fates
To void the gap
We drink our weight
But the fines are due
And the love has left
We can't call it home
Till the cheque is sent
Tonight
Tonight
Is this what you call home?
Is this what you call home?
Is this what you call home?
Is this what you call home?
But the papers tell us
That we're here to lose
And the money's spent
And the job's diffuse around us
Around us
But the milk has spilled
And the love has left
We can't call it home
Till the cheque is sent
Is this what you call home?
Four wooden walls
A bed, and clothes