Tism - Whinge Rock lyrics

Do your dishes stink in your sink? Is your vacuum cleaner bust? Is your refrigerator on the blink? Well come on, whinger, sing along with us Whinge rock (x8) Are you suffering alienation? Suffering Living in your ghetto-dwelling fring Hohohooo They say capitalism's a harsh cruel word Cruel word C'mon on all you pineheads, have a whinge Whinge rock, whinge rock Dishes need washing and the drains are blocked Whinge rock, whinge rock I'm an artist but my floor ain't mopped There's a song squawkin' on the radio Radio Someone's complainin' about heartburn Hohohooo Or Sting has lost his copy of Jung Hohoho woohoohoo Well come on, listeners, now it's your turn, yeah Whinge rock, whinge rock Dostoevsky knew it hurts to the marrow Whinge rock, whinge rock Stuck in a lane without a right turn arrow Whinge rock, whinge rock I'm late for work and the car won't start Whinge rock, whinge rock Think I'll turn my pain into art.