The Hardest Way to Make an Easy Living

I need something in my life to straighten me out Let's rent this shed, we'll do vocals in the bog Call toast PR tell 'em we've opened up shop Campaign meetings at Warner, no coke and not drunk, Three years to make this work, or look a joke and be broke Blag their lawyers like the con with a dog, And there'll be no more straight scores to drop and keep dropping Settle my gross addictions with my net and come, tell my mum over tea that my whole life's fucking up We've got two hundred and fifty grand in the budget to go, subtract five for club promo. Lose five for a good video and fifteen for a dud video - fuck that It's the hardest way to make an easy living The party stage is a bit nearer to delivery Mayhem texts me about the press and TV See if I've taken any Es, So I can get some sleep, Nap on the settee, the laptop next to me Wince for my family at the skinner scandal of the week TV pluggers, product managers straight up Club promo needs to step up, help it work Stick to our guns, don't crack to demands Tell my mum in the car, that the car might have to go back Two hundred and twenty five grand, twenty six grand for a showcase and, five more on tour support and support story Chorus We'll never get bankrupt if we never have a go This is no ordinary label, I need to flash up my flow Go into Morris Stead as well as Saville Row I want a pin-stripe suit that no man owns Cash in the Kano beat for the silver shadow Send it to warrior for the flash and the glow The safest way to double your money is to fold it in your pocket Tell my mum during breakfast that I got no sleep Eight grand payed in September, April, may and December If this keeps going so well, this is going to be the end of us Chorus In spread betting it's easy to draw a small fortune start with a big fortune and lose into a small fortune Haven't got a clue, we blindly charge on Death threats from a boy of the girl I sarged on She said she didn't have a bloke, another lesson marked down Verbal agreements aren't worth the paper they're marked on Get scans of reviews, we beg to chart up Tell mum over tea, the press have started up We've spent a fortune, 'cause with ghost buying it's the end for tune We need to sell some records soon --- The Hardest Way to Make an Easy Living - The Streets