Doledrums - The Chills

Stay in bed till much too late

Scanning situations vacant

The face in the mirror looks withered and old

My skin is grey — I can’t go out — I’m always cold

In the doledrums

On the dole

In the doledrums

On the dole

Counting down lonely hours

Drinking lots and taking showers

I no longer dream about the rest of my years

I’ll check the letterbox — does anyone care?

In the doledrums

On the dole

In the doledrums

On the dole

But the benefits arrive and life goes on

The benefits arrive and life goes on

The benefits arrive and life goes on and on and on… (etc)