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