| I was classic bullying material strictly speaking
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| I was 4ft tall with a 3ft mohican
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| I bunked off school and bought some tattoo ink
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| Engraved 'punk 4 life' on my arm with a safety pin
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| I was sleeping in a park and selling The Big Issue
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| But this ain’t no sob story so don’t reach for the tissue
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| Cos these Spanish punks took me under their wing
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| Opened a squat in Clapham Common they let me move in
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| This place was fucking huge, I couldn’t believe my luck
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| But it was no stranger to the odd ruck
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| I was sharing a room with this bloke called Jeff
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| He had rotting teething and world’s worst breath
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| But we had such a time graffing up all the walls
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| Day trips to Brighton when the occasion called
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| Drinking red wine and Coke, playing our music loud
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| On a shitty old tape player we sung it proud
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| We used to sing
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| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs
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| We can live here forever without a care
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| So let’s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs
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| And we’ll live like a millionaire
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| We looked out for each other, as a group we were tight
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| All coppers are bastards but we were alright
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| Painting our leather jackets, soaping up our hair
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| We looked like aliens out of anywhere
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| If the tourists wanted a photo we would charge them a pound
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| When we had enough we’d buy a bottle and pass it around
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| A bag of cheap glue Evo Stick, Thixofix
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| And whatever we could find got thrown into the mix
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| We used to sing
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| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs
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| We can live here forever without a care
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| So let’s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs
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| And we’ll live like a millionaire
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| Me and Al always blagged it into gigs for free
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| Sneaking in our own cans after a robbing spree
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| Getting chased out the offy and halfway down the street
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| Smiling at the girls we thought looked sweet
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| And Puff used to give me all his hand me downs
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| He had a great big heart but he done too much brown
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| Sarah used to look out for me, make sure I was alright
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| When Alan and the bigger ones got in a fight
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| We used to sing
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| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs
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| We can live here forever without a care
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| So let’s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs
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| And we’ll live like a millionaire
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| A couple years ago the tramps in Piccadilly told me Aaron had died
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| My head spun around till I sat on the kerb and cried
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| And I found myself sitting on Puff’s begging patch
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| Well I ain’t seen him around
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| I pray that he didn’t lose the match
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| Now Al’s in prison and he was the sensible one
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| Don’t let the bastards grind you down mate, our time ain’t begun
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| Don’t let the screws get in your head and fuck you up
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| Cos when you get out we’ll string that landlord up
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| And we can sing
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| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs
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| We can live here forever without a care
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| So let’s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs
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| And we’ll live like a millionaire |