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