Scum of the Earth (feat. Thick Richard)

I was conceived in the recovery position In the basement of a police station I was brought up like a ballerina's breakfast

And raised on stolen donations

The doctor cried

The midwife resigned

As I was born to this world

My mother swapped me for a less ugly baby

And she called me the scum of the earth

Scum of the earth

The name that I was baptised as a babe

Lightning struck the steeple of the church

When the priest called out my name

He threw his Bible in the sky

Pulled out a pistol

And shot a hole through it like a bird

And as its feathers came spiralling down to the ground He christened me the scum of the earth

Scum of the earth

Untrustworthy

Bound to be up to no good

Standing on the outskirts of society

Swigging from a bottle of angel's blood

Peeping over the precipice

Forever the pessimist

Even my blood group is bleeding negative

Counting on your fingers to calculate my worth you call me the scum of the earth

Depending on the state

Of mind I'm in when I awake

I might partake in playing nice

And join in with your game

But unemployment's got its benefits

You can't get fired

And I know the system doesn't work

So why the fuck should I?

Dole (dole)

Always believe in your soul

You've got nowhere to go

Your unemployable

Always believe in dole

Well I've always got my settee to fall back on

How much is your time worth

When I sign on

I sign the name you gave me Scum of the earth

And the calendar pages pave the way

Of a 75 year long street

And so I bang my head

Against the factory wall

There ain't nothing to do but drink

There ain't nothing to do

But abuse the booze

And kiss goodbye to the day

It's enough to make a man lose his screws

Man I just want to get in my grave

Because I'm just a mild-mannered social

Parasite by day

But after six and a half hours on the apple sauce

An amazing transformation takes place...

Cider-man! Cider-man! I can't do it but I think I can

Because only a pissed-up superhero

Or a complete fucking idiot

Would try and pick a fight with a police dog

Well I had a most terrible daydream

As I was propping up the end of the bar

My life fragmented into millions of jigsaw pieces

And scattered all over the floor

And franticly on my hands and knees I try picking up the shards And piecing it back together again

But the picture looked all wrong I ran to the toilets to throw up

And this scream of unconsciousness spewed from my gut

I staggered back to the bar wiping my face

But the expressions on the people's faces had changed

What's your poison? the barman asked I saw terrible visions in the bottom of my glass I saw the mass replicated definition of freedom Represented by the slogans printed on the t-shirts

To corrupt the pupil you poison the teachers I heard the untrustworthy word being preached

By the diehard disciples of Saturday night TV

Who like to make you think life's just a rehearsal

Because it helps to cope with the hurt

That comes with the curse of being a person

A brand new definition of worthlessness

And this blinding clarity is like a pencil in my eye

Take your dick out of my ear and stop fucking with my mind! "What's your poison?" the barman asked

I saw terrible visions in the bottom of my glass

And I screamed at the people to warn them

But they just turned back to their drinks and ignored me

And then the management asked me to leave

So now I'm outside shouting at the traffic on the street

Shaking my fist at the useless moon

Trying to catch the stupid thing with a lasso

Maybe I'm just confused

But I can't seem to see the world the way that I used to

But you've made your mind up

You know all you need to know

You see me coming and you cross the road

Like that chicken in the joke

But your narrow mind is too small to look down on me

Class never has been a straight line

And respect is a two-way street

The land that your cattle are reared on is poisoned

The fruit your trees bare manufactured by man

Your media and art is corrupted by money

And therefore irrelevant to me and my clan

Your wealth is like time

A powerful concept

Which when studied closely doesn't actually exist

What will you do when the people you put down discover

The foundations of your house are so weak they will split

So I'll just leave you to worry about things

Like reputation and worth

But just remember this planet is made out of dirt

When you call me the scum of the earth