| This house is mine but the men they say is not
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| You see this house is the only thing I’ve got
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| Running 'round they work so hard and fast
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| But they don’t know my house is built to last
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| Here comes a man, in a van
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| And he’s looking very angry at me
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| They’re knocking nails into walls upon my walls
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| They run and hide as the old grey ceiling falls
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| Eagerly they gather in my shed
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| They’ve gone for now, so I can ease my head
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| Here comes a man, in a van
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| And he’s looking very angry at me
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| They’re knocking nails into my house
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| They’re knocking nails into my house
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| They work so hard, all is left is my front room
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| There goes a wall, oh I think I spoke too soon
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| Here comes a man, in a van
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| And he’s looking very angry at me
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| They’re knocking nails into my house
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| They’re knocking nails into my house
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| They’re knocking nails into my house |