They sent me to Bullingdon Prison and they threw away the keys
I came out to St Leonards, where I eat bread and cheese.
My Mother never told me, when I was sitting on her knees,
Under the akee trees, that I’d be eating bread and cheese
Never said that I’d spend 4 years in a cell that made me wheeze,
Through the night’s big freeze, eating bread and cheese.
But now they’re teaching us interviews, housing, CVs
You can learn you driving theories and eat bread and cheese
And next I’m off to East London to live by the sea,
To another Bail Hostel, where I’ll eat curried goat.