Let's Hang The Landlord - The King Blues

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