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
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
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 men 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 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
Screw you
This is all you'll ever do
It's the only existence
For someone like you
Screw you
This is all you'll ever do
It's the only existence
For someone like you"
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you
Screw you