When I was a boy, I had a lot of fun I lived by the sea, was a fisherman's son My mother, she was a fisherman's wife She was scrubbing floors most of her life She said, screw you, I ain't got nothing to lose I can pay my matchbox with the money I use Screw you, I ain't got nothing to lose I can pay my matchbox with the money I use At the school I attended, I got into fights I was beaten in an alley on a cold winter night The teachers cared less for the blood in our veins They got more sicker thrills out of using a cane They said, screw you, oh, you bloody young fool I could get more fans down from the back of a mule Screw you, oh, you bloody young fool I could get more fans down from the back of a mule So you see, there's men who get paid for being slaves And men who get paid for being free And there's men behind bars who pray for the light And men in the suburbs who pray for the night And they're all trying to climb to the top of the mine And all of them say, look out the way Screw you Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Well, 10 were left from seven to nine Tears in my eyes, well, it drove me blind And their faces just weren't even there Taking help from a foreman with the build-up of death He said, screw you This is all you'll ever do If the only existence was someone like you Screw you This is all you'll ever do If the only existence was someone like you Screw you, screw you Screw you, screw you Screw you, screw you Screw you, screw you Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh