The Call Centre.

From sleazy chavs to ancient hoares
You’ll find them on the call floors

Too much time spent going drinking

Not enough time doing any thinking

Dirty comments and a drunken story
Are discussed in their disgusting glory

Customer service, they aren’t aware
If it’s work related, they just don’t care

Magazine articles are boldly told
They read them while the customer’s on hold

Popping pills and taking crack
For them it doesn’t get more exciting than that

They meet in the overpriced canteen
Watching cheap makeovers on the TV screen

They move around from firm to firm
Every time they never learn

They’re trapped and caught in a deadly cycle
Turning up looking suicidal

Some grow up and find their break
Others never bother to escape

My time to leave this place is near
I can’t f***ing wait to get out of here