was cla**ic bullying material strictly speaking
I was 4ft tall with 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 tissues
These Spanish Punks they took me under their wing
Opened up a squat in Clapham Common, they let me move in This place was f**ing huge, I couldn't believe my luck
But it was no stranger to the odd ruck
I was sharing a room with a bloke called Geoff
He had rotten teeth and the World's worst breath
But we had such a time, graffing up all the walls
Days trips to Brighton when the occasion called
Drinking Red Wine and Coke, playing our music loud
On a sh**ty 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 stairs
We'll live like a millionaire
Like a millionaire We looked out for each other, as a group we were tight
All coppers are ba*tards, but we were alright
Painting our leather jackets, spiking 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 pa** it around
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And whatever we could find got thrown into the mix 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 stairs
We'll live like a millionaire
Like a millionaire Now always blagging it into gigs for free
Sneaking in our own cans after a robbing spree
Getting chased out the offie and half way down the street
Smiling at the girls we thought looked sweet
And Bruv used to give me all his hand-me-downs
He had a great big heart but he'd done too much brown
Sarah used to look out for me, make sure I was alright
When Mel and other people once 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 stairs
We'll live like a millionaire
Like a millionaire A couple of years ago a tramp at Piccadilly he told me how I'm gonna die
My head spun around until I sat on the curb and cried
And I found my self sitting on Puff's begging patch
I ain't seen him around I pray he didn't lose the match
Now Al's in prison and he's the sensible one
Don't let the ba*tards grind you down mate our time it begun
Don't let the screws get in your head and f** you up
Because when you get out we'll string that Landlord up 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 stairs
We'll live like a millionaire
Like a millionaire