I.D.S

Broken past to the night raider

Whistling a tune in the gas chamber

Where were you when the wall came down?

Knees up for your mother brown

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Huddersfield on a cold damp morn

She gives birth to everything they scorn

I woke up in a hate dream, babe

Coat my woe with whatever you crave

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Set them free forcefully

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Have you ever let yourself in?

Have you ever let yourself in?

Have you ever let yourself in?

Have you ever let yourself in?

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years

Forty thousand years of job club, forty thousand years