Richard Dawson Fulfilment Centre Lyrics

Over and over and over and over
Again and again and again and again

An endless array of tat for us to pick
Scratching and itching and watching and bending over

My body hurts all over but I must keep on working
To meet all my quotas or I may face the sack

Bedding and power tools, tablets and football shirts
Perfume and Blu-Ray discs, jewelry and dehumidifiers

I am desperate for the toilet
But if I go, I'll miss my targets
All I can do is pee in a bottle
They treat us like animals here

There's nothing left of me
By the time I shuffle homeward
On the early morning train
To eat a little breakfast and sleep a while
Before it starts again
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh

A young lad trying to make some cash in the Christmas rush
Fell asleep on his feet and was asked not to return

A lady in her mid-to-late-50s keeled over
And started convulsing and frothing at the mouth

A gentleman who spoke little English
Started to scream at the top of his lungs
No one could understand what he was getting at
Everyone stared ahead and kept working until
Someone came from on high to escort him from the building

Playstations, Xboxes, Nintendo Wiis
Microwaves, toasters, espresso machines
Trolleys and snooker cues, Hoovers and paint
Trainers and tarot cards, dashcams and wall art
Lego and shaving foam, [?] and retractable extension [?]

I've been given compulsory overtime over the holidays
Now I can't go to see my family in Galashiels 'til the new year

There's nothing left of me
By the time I shuffle homeward
On the early morning train
To eat a little breakfast and sleep a while
Before it starts again
There's more, there has to be
More to life than killing yourself to survive
One day, I'm going to run my own cafe
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh