When I was a boy I had a lot of fun I lived by the sea, I was a fisherman´s son
My mother she was a fisherman´s wife She was scrubbing floors most of her life
They said screw you I ain´t got nothing to lose I could paper a matchbox With the money I use
At the school I attended I got into fights I was beaten in an alley on a cold winter night The teachers cared less for the blood in our veins They got most of their thrills out of using a cane
They said screw you Oh you bloody young fools I could get more sense
Out of the back end of a mule
So you see there´s man who get paid for being slaves And men who get paid for being free And there´s men behind bars who pray for the light And men in the suburbs who pray for the night And they´re all trying to climb to the top of the mine And all of them say most of the way Screw you
I worked in the mill from seven till nine Tears in my eyes nearly drove me half-blind Trying to make wages that weren´t even there Taking hell from a foreman with the build of a bear
He said screw you This is all you´ll ever do It´s the only existence for someone like you