Sardines - Kid Kapichi

Work all day at a shit 9−5, boss don’t car if you live or you die,

morning toast tastes like cyanide

You’re angry, you’re angry and you don’t know why

You’re angry, you’re angry and that’s alright

And if you’re feeling, a little murderous inside today

They say crime don’t pay, well neither do they

And if you’re feeling, like nothing ever fucking goes your way

They say crime don’t pay, well neither do they

Packed out train like a tin of Sardines, doors slide open but nobody leaves,

more pile in till you can’t breath

You’re angry, you’re angry and you don’t know why

So you’ve saved up hard for the car of your dreams, service done and a new MOT,

first day out blows to smithereens

You’re angry, you’re angry and you don’t know why

You’re angry, you’re angry and that’s alright

And if you’re feeling, a little murderous inside today

They say crime don’t pay, well neither do they

And if you’re feeling, like nothing ever fucking goes your way

They say crime don’t pay, but neither do they

Crime don’t pay, and neither do they

Crime don’t pay, and neither do they

Crime don’t pay, and neither do they

Crime don’t pay, and neither do they