The Chills - Doledrums lyrics

Stay in bed till much too late Scanning situations vacant The face in the mirror looks withered and old My skin is grey - I can't go out - I'm always cold In the doledrums On the dole In the doledrums On the dole Counting down lonely hours Drinking lots and taking showers I no longer dream about the rest of my years I'll check the letterbox - does anyone care? In the doledrums On the dole In the doledrums On the dole But the benefits arrive and life goes on The benefits arrive and life goes on The benefits arrive and life goes on and on and on... (etc)