Been turned around till I’m upside down
Been all at sea until I’ve drowned
And I’ve felt torture, I’ve felt pain
Just like that film with Michael Caine
I’ve been abused and I’ve been confused
And I’ve kissed Margaret Thatcher’s shoes
And I been high and I been low
And I don’t know where to go

Birth, school, work, death!
Birth, school, work, death!

And heroin was the love you gave
From the cradle to the grave
Boys and girls don’t understand
The devil makes work for idle hands
I cut myself but I don’t bleed
‘Cause I don’t get what I need
Doesn’t matter what I say
Tomorrow’s still another day

Birth, school, work, death!
Birth, school, work, death!

Yeah I been high and I been low
And I don’t know where to go
I’m living on the never never never
This time it’s gonna be forever
I’ll live and die don’t ask me why
I wanna go to Paradise
And I don’t need your sympathy
There’s nothing in this world for me

Birth, school, work, death!
Birth, school, work, death!

Birth, school, work, death!
Birth, school, work, death!
Birth, school, work, death!
Birth, school, work, death!

Artist: The Godfathers
Album: Birth, School, Work, Death
Release Date: 1988
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