Chris Rea - 90's Blues

Well I look out of my window I see the morning cold and grey I look out of my window I see the morning cold and grey I told you so many years ago They're all gonna end up, end up this way Well the fat man took my money And the daughter won't give it back The fat man took my money Sons and daughters won't give it back Put my family out on the street Put my marriage on the rack Well they steal your water And if you want some you got to pay The greenies point their fingers The people know better they don't listen what they say They live in fear and frustration Oh their crappy lives why should they give a toss anyway Nineties blues Nineties blues Nineties blues