the young punk
said,
"you're such a fucking slave"
and the young man thought,
i think you're right
and the young punk said,
"will ya get a fucking life?"
and the young man said,
"what will I tell my wife ?"
and then the young man thought,
am I really a fucking slave ?
with my blue uniform
and my multi-coloured met card
the little brick house
and plump little Mary
and poor liitle Jack
with his wheezing bird chest
they all want me now
and so does the boss
the grey-headed crone
with the handle bar moustache
have to stay on tonight
after take a train to the plain
where once wind blew grain
and rise then once again
to more of the same
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