I was born, bred, burped and fed in a place that was not funny The sun shone out of Thatcher's arse waving wads of money My father told me not to fuss, never shirk the factory drudge His generation steamed away, life bleached out in a 12 - hour day All went well with the witch's spell, fortune's fragrance wafted Till the boom went bust in a cloud of dust and suckers all got shafted Bastard this and bastard that, I even ate my bastard hat Father would've won his bet, I was up to the neck in the me old debt How they school you, how they fool you How they take you for a ride How the same old lardballs screw you It's murder faking suicide: HEY, HEY THE DONKEYS SAY MILK 'N' HONEY'S ON THE WAY EVERYBODY GET DOWN AND PRAY IT'S JAM TOMORROW…. SHIT TODAY They could and they would 'cos greed was good and life was made for shopping All the prizes mega-sizes, all the lies just Wapping Bastard this and bastard that, I even ate my bastard hat Fathers ghost is laughing still to see me stuck on the same treadmill.