There's misery in all I hear and see. From people on TV. After their tea when life begins again. They'll be happier than me. There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday. From the view I saw today. I took a bet inside the launderette. With a girl from Wallasey. She spoke in dialect I could not understand. But one thing that she made clear. There was no coming on to her. There was no way. Instrumental. There's misery in all I hear and see. From people on TV. After their tea when life begins again. They'll be happier than me. There are a thousand meals being made on Saturday. From the view I saw today. I took a bet inside the launderette. With a girl from Wallasey. She spoke in dialect I could not understand. But one thing that she made clear. There was no coming on to her. There was no intellect. That she could respect. If it couldn't see. That the girl just wants to be. Left alone with Marx and Engels for a while. She's writing in the style. Of any riot girl.