| 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 |