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, whinge rock
Whinge rock, whinge rock
Whinge rock, whinge rock
Whinge rock, whinge rock
Are you suffering alienation?
Suffering
Living in your ghetto-dwelling fringe
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
Or Sting has lost his copy of Jung
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.