Winners Chapel

Going, going, going, going home past the pleasure, the centre for leisure,

Well slow it down, slow it all the way down,

Go for the penny if you’re in for the pound,

I’d be rich but quickly imagine the payday if I invested in all of your cliche’s,

Smiling down with white pearl enamel,

Shovelling gravel by the winners chapel.

Stuttered (huh, huh) in front of a customer,

Under the ground, I wish I was under and I’d like to thank you for nothing,

I was on a dead-end road when you told me keep running,

If it’s risky, risky, give it a miss or jump in the river, a gambling swimmer,

And now smiling down with white chipped enamel,

I’m on the gravel by the winners chapel.