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When I was a boy I had a lot of fun |
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I lived by the sea, I was a fisherman's son |
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My mother she was a fisherman's wife |
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She was scrubbing floors most of her life |
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They said screw you |
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I ain't got nothing to lose |
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I could paper a matchbox |
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With the money I use |
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At the school I attended I got into fights |
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I was beaten in an alley on a cold winter night |
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The teachers cared less for the blood in our veins |
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They got most of their thrills out of using a cane |
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They said screw you |
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Oh you bloody young fools |
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I could get more sense |
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Out of the back end of a mule |
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So you see there's man who get paid for being slaves |
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And men who get paid for being free |
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And there's men behind bars who pray for the light |
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And men in the suburbs who pray for the night |
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And they're all trying to climb to the top of the mine |
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And all of them say most of the way |
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Screw you |
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I worked in the mill from seven till nine |
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Tears in my eyes nearly drove me half-blind |
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Trying to make wages that weren't even there |
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Taking hell from a foreman with the build of a bear |
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He said screw you |
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This is all you'll ever do |
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It's the only existence for someone like you |
