Early years
were a shroud man
Only a grey cloud
shot in the dark
Hanging out
with your dad
His plans for revenge
In some hick-town
caravan park
Never keep
a good one
Never keep
a good one
Never keep
a good one down
Early years
were a dreadnought
Waiting to tread board
And my work
down the pan
Hanging round
By the back door
One foot in
the stage door
Some disaffected
fly-by-man
Never keep
a good one
Never keep
a good one
Never keep
a good one down
Got wired by a cable
Got wild on a table
Scared the shit out of me
All for the free state
The snow and the greasepaint
I left the singing family
Never keep
a good one
Never keep
a good one
Never keep
a good one down
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