Context - Small Town Lad Sentiments lyrics

[Verse 1] Welcome to the breadline, where we're counting 2 pence pieces Letters sent with red lines, but do they know the headlines? Wonga loans maxed out, right past the deadline And I say that I'll change on Monday, daydreaming past bedtime And it's all too quick to hold true, yeah you move from Getting stoned in your old room into freezing your nuts off out in the dole queue And I'm scared that I'll waste away and I'll stay till my brain degrades And I'll be that old pisshead, saying "I could have made it mate" [Hook] You know what these are? You know what these are? You know what these are? You know what these are? Small town lad sentiments, small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends Small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends Small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends Small town lad sentiments spoken to my Benson ends [Verse 2] So end your week in the shops and getting off your trolley Two bottles of Glen's voddy, till fear's a loss and then Monday try and hide it from your boss At your desk job, sat with no power Yeah, I used to try and make the days go faster with f*g breaks, yeah for half an hour And we grew up being told that actions speak louder than words But you need cash to act and I'm skint, fractions speak louder than verbs Yet recently I've had a vicious inkling, that my ship is sinking In a place where typing out a CV is wishful thinking [Hook] [Verse 3] So when you're being bored as f** [?], call a mate, go blaze too Play tunes of US rap and grime that you love but can't relate to And we're feeling depressed, we got told to stay in school That's your secret to success? Fill a CV out and put it on theirr desk? Are they f**ing press? Why'd you think that we give up, yeah, and act crazily slack We're strewing from the beaten track and sign up for tours of duty in Iraq Yeah, so you know what these are, small town lad sentiments Spoken to my Benson ends, false hope that you'll go see sense again [Hook x2]