So you see there's men who get paid for being slaves
Screw you
It's the only existence
I was beaten in an alley on a cold winter night
And there's men behind bars who pray for the light
The teachers cared less for the blood in our veins
Oh, you bloody young fools
Screw you
Screw you
For someone like you
And men in the suburbs who pray for the night
Screw you
They said screw you
I could get more sense
For someone like you
Screw you
He said screw you
With the money I use
She was scrubbing floors most of her life
I ain't got nothing to lose
They said screw you
Trying to make wages that weren't even there
This is all you'll ever do
Out of the back end of a mule
I could paper a matchbox
Taking hell from a foreman with the build of a bear
Out of the back end of a mule
Screw you
They got most of their thrills out of using a cane
Screw you
And men who get paid for being free
And all of them say most of the way screw you
Screw you
I worked in the mill from seven till nine
I could paper a matchbox
Screw you
And they're all trying to climb to the top of the mine
Oh, you bloody young fools
It's the only existence
This is all you'll ever do
I ain't got nothing to lose
My mother she was a fisherman's wife
With the money I use
I could get more sense
Tears in my eyes nearly drove me blind
At the school I attended, I got into fights
