His Master's Voice

Woke up this morning
The bailiff was on my step
Woke up this morning
Wrote the man a cheque
He was gonna take away my hi-fi
Because I was in debt

Sent off a blank tape
To an address I saw in sounds
Sent off a blank tape
For music of the underground
I got 60 minutes of subway trains
But it makes a great background

Went down to the city
To get a record I want
Went down to the city
I saw the National Front
Slogans daubed on the walls
But it ain't my scene

I found me a bootleg
Recorded live in the US of A
I found me a bootleg
No royalties does it pay
Cost me round about a tenner
But it's something to play

Suicide for breakfast
A twisted mind at work
Suicide for breakfast
Your feelings soon desert
Hang yourself in the kitchen
You don't care who you hurt