FLOWERS by Jack Dean and Company

I’ve been thinking about work a lot, probably ‘cos I aint got none
Got a whole lot of time on my hands but not a whole lot of options
Once we were all unemployed lived off what the land offered us
Some guy put a fence on that shit, now we work to make him prosperous

I’ve been told I need to earn a living, when I heard that I realised
We’re the only apes on this planet that don’t start out with the right to be alive
I’ve been planting all these seeds and I don’t know if I’ll live to see’em thrive
I don’t want a magic money tree, i just want to get a leaf or five, and

I just want my fuckin’ flowers,
No not when they lay me down, while I’m still here and around
I just want my fuckin’ flowers,
Give those things to me now, before they put me in the ground

You came home late that night, yeah work sucks I know,
I cleaned the house and put the dinner on, told you leave the dishes on the side though
I’ll deal with them eventually its more important that you rest to me
Next day on the dining table, something I thought I’d never see

Whole bunch of lilies in a vase, note saying they were left to me
Don’t think I’d ever felt so seen it hit my heart unexpectedly
Don’t wait ‘till things are bad, Don’t worry about the gender please
If there’s someone that you think is rad, you can go ahead and send ‘em these cos

They just want their fuckin’ flowers,
No not when they lay’em down, while they’re still here and around
They just want their fuckin’ flowers,
Give those things to ‘em now, before they put ‘em in the ground

My grandma worked the switchboard, hated it with a passion
Being polite to shitlords covering up her brummie accent
Before she died yeah she asked me, aren’t you glad that isn’t your job
Granny that should be no-one’s job it’s time we got rid of all jobs

Human beings want to help each other, that shit’s in our DNA
Nothing in there says we need to pay, all the surplus value we create
To some motherfucking lizard people, who couldn’t care if we swim or drown
None of us need a million pounds, we just need the chance to stick around

We just want our fuckin’ flowers,
No not when they lay us down, while we’re still here and around
We just want our fucking lowers,
Give those things to us now, before they put ‘us in the ground

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