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, Fix a fix,
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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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Let's Hang The Landlord
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| The King Blues |
