When I Was a Laddy (feat. Glen Capra)

[00:13.16]When I was a laddy, a laddy at school [00:16.42]With a head full of lettuce, a belly of gruel [00:19.85]No training to speak of, spit out of fool [00:23.25]Thought life was for working cheap shots and cruel. [00:26.54] [00:28.92]The masters would tussle and argue and fight [00:32.68]Boys we made property currency blight [00:35.96]God forbid anyone show us the light [00:39.03]Avast with the caning to put us to right. [00:42.82] [00:42.95]Cause they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine [00:46.42]Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine. [00:49.96] [00:52.32]And then we were men to the factory bound [00:55.70]A penny a week and a face pushed to ground [00:58.77]No matter if you lose a finger or hand [01:02.11]Owners and workers the fight goes around. [01:05.13] [01:05.90]Cause they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine [01:09.24]Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine. [01:12.60] [01:13.62]I married a lass as my father before [01:18.03]And set to make babies to feed to the war [01:22.18]As we went to our business and knock at the door [01:26.72]The boss cried keep writhing, the factory needs more. [01:30.75] [01:32.54]But they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine [01:36.07]Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine. [01:39.64] [01:45.31]So if you come looking for labour to spoil [01:49.01]Men who don't question, men who will toil [01:51.94]To your factories they're product, to your banks they are oil [01:56.92]To chew up and spit out and grind out for soil. [02:00.73] [02:01.30]But they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine [02:04.96]Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine. [02:08.31]Cause they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine [02:15.57]Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine. [02:28.84]