Life insurance, it stinks.
I feel a little numb and down today
I don’t want anyone to take my life away
A life policy I am trying to set up
Here now as I drink from my cold cup
I just had to phone direct line
Who had sent me a quote and combine
For life insurance for my little life
So full of hurt and pain and strife
£109.70 a month it will cost
Because of critical illness I’m tossed
On to the bed of no return
Just for some day when my ashes will burn
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