Let's Hang The Landlord - Album Version Dirty Lyrics
| Song | Let's Hang The Landlord - Album Version Dirty |
| Artist | The King Blues |
| Album | Save The World, Get The Girl |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I was classic bullying material strictly speaking, | |
| I was 4ft tall with a 3ft mohican, | |
| I bunked off school and bought some tattoo ink, | |
| Engraved ‘punk 4 life’ on my arm with a safety pin, | |
| I was sleeping in a park and selling | |
| The Big Issue, | |
| But this ain’t no sob story so don’t reach for the tissue, | |
| Cos these | |
| Spanish punks took me under their wing, | |
| Opened a squat in | |
| Clapham Common they let me move in, | |
| This place was fucking huge, | |
| I couldn’t believe my luck, | |
| But it was no stranger to the odd ruck, | |
| I was sharing a room with this bloke called | |
| Jeff, He had rotting teething and world’s worst breath, | |
| But we had such a time graffing up all the walls, | |
| Day trips to | |
| Brighton when the occasion called, | |
| Drinking red wine and | |
| Coke, playing our music loud, | |
| On a shitty old tape player we sung it proud, | |
| We used to sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let’s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| And we’ll live like a millionaire, | |
| We looked out for each other, as a group we were tight, | |
| All coppers are bastards but we were alright, | |
| Painting our leather jackets, soaping up our hair, | |
| We looked like aliens out of anywhere, | |
| If the tourists wanted a photo we would charge them a pound, | |
| When we had enough we’d buy a bottle and pass it around, | |
| A bag of cheap glue | |
| Evo Stick, | |
| Fix a fix, | |
| And whatever we could find got thrown into the mix, | |
| We used to sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let’s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| And we’ll live like a millionaire, | |
| Me and Al always blagged it into gigs for free, | |
| Sneaking in our own cans after a robbing spree, | |
| Getting chased out the offy and halfway down the street, | |
| Smiling at the girls we thought looked sweet, | |
| And Puff used to give me all his hand me downs, | |
| He had a great big heart but he done too much brown, | |
| Sarah used to look out for me, make sure | |
| I was alright, | |
| When Alan and the bigger ones got in a fight, | |
| We used to sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let’s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| And we’ll live like a millionaire, | |
| A couple years ago the tramps in | |
| Piccadilly told me | |
| Aaron had died, | |
| My head spun around till | |
| I sat on the kerb and cried, | |
| And I found myself sitting on | |
| Puff’s begging patch, | |
| Well I ain’t seen him around, | |
| I pray that he didn’t lose the match, | |
| Now Al’s in prison and he was the sensible one, | |
| Don’t let the bastards grind you down mate, our time ain’t begun, | |
| Don’t let the screws get in your head and fuck you up, | |
| Cos when you get out we’ll string that landlord up, | |
| And we can sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let’s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, |
| I was classic bullying material strictly speaking, | |
| I was 4ft tall with a 3ft mohican, | |
| I bunked off school and bought some tattoo ink, | |
| Engraved ' punk 4 life' on my arm with a safety pin, | |
| I was sleeping in a park and selling | |
| The Big Issue, | |
| But this ain' t no sob story so don' t reach for the tissue, | |
| Cos these | |
| Spanish punks took me under their wing, | |
| Opened a squat in | |
| Clapham Common they let me move in, | |
| This place was fucking huge, | |
| I couldn' t believe my luck, | |
| But it was no stranger to the odd ruck, | |
| I was sharing a room with this bloke called | |
| Jeff, He had rotting teething and world' s worst breath, | |
| But we had such a time graffing up all the walls, | |
| Day trips to | |
| Brighton when the occasion called, | |
| Drinking red wine and | |
| Coke, playing our music loud, | |
| On a shitty old tape player we sung it proud, | |
| We used to sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let' s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| And we' ll live like a millionaire, | |
| We looked out for each other, as a group we were tight, | |
| All coppers are bastards but we were alright, | |
| Painting our leather jackets, soaping up our hair, | |
| We looked like aliens out of anywhere, | |
| If the tourists wanted a photo we would charge them a pound, | |
| When we had enough we' d buy a bottle and pass it around, | |
| A bag of cheap glue | |
| Evo Stick, | |
| Fix a fix, | |
| And whatever we could find got thrown into the mix, | |
| We used to sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let' s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| And we' ll live like a millionaire, | |
| Me and Al always blagged it into gigs for free, | |
| Sneaking in our own cans after a robbing spree, | |
| Getting chased out the offy and halfway down the street, | |
| Smiling at the girls we thought looked sweet, | |
| And Puff used to give me all his hand me downs, | |
| He had a great big heart but he done too much brown, | |
| Sarah used to look out for me, make sure | |
| I was alright, | |
| When Alan and the bigger ones got in a fight, | |
| We used to sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let' s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| And we' ll live like a millionaire, | |
| A couple years ago the tramps in | |
| Piccadilly told me | |
| Aaron had died, | |
| My head spun around till | |
| I sat on the kerb and cried, | |
| And I found myself sitting on | |
| Puff' s begging patch, | |
| Well I ain' t seen him around, | |
| I pray that he didn' t lose the match, | |
| Now Al' s in prison and he was the sensible one, | |
| Don' t let the bastards grind you down mate, our time ain' t begun, | |
| Don' t let the screws get in your head and fuck you up, | |
| Cos when you get out we' ll string that landlord up, | |
| And we can sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let' s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, |
| I was classic bullying material strictly speaking, | |
| I was 4ft tall with a 3ft mohican, | |
| I bunked off school and bought some tattoo ink, | |
| Engraved ' punk 4 life' on my arm with a safety pin, | |
| I was sleeping in a park and selling | |
| The Big Issue, | |
| But this ain' t no sob story so don' t reach for the tissue, | |
| Cos these | |
| Spanish punks took me under their wing, | |
| Opened a squat in | |
| Clapham Common they let me move in, | |
| This place was fucking huge, | |
| I couldn' t believe my luck, | |
| But it was no stranger to the odd ruck, | |
| I was sharing a room with this bloke called | |
| Jeff, He had rotting teething and world' s worst breath, | |
| But we had such a time graffing up all the walls, | |
| Day trips to | |
| Brighton when the occasion called, | |
| Drinking red wine and | |
| Coke, playing our music loud, | |
| On a shitty old tape player we sung it proud, | |
| We used to sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let' s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| And we' ll live like a millionaire, | |
| We looked out for each other, as a group we were tight, | |
| All coppers are bastards but we were alright, | |
| Painting our leather jackets, soaping up our hair, | |
| We looked like aliens out of anywhere, | |
| If the tourists wanted a photo we would charge them a pound, | |
| When we had enough we' d buy a bottle and pass it around, | |
| A bag of cheap glue | |
| Evo Stick, | |
| Fix a fix, | |
| And whatever we could find got thrown into the mix, | |
| We used to sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let' s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| And we' ll live like a millionaire, | |
| Me and Al always blagged it into gigs for free, | |
| Sneaking in our own cans after a robbing spree, | |
| Getting chased out the offy and halfway down the street, | |
| Smiling at the girls we thought looked sweet, | |
| And Puff used to give me all his hand me downs, | |
| He had a great big heart but he done too much brown, | |
| Sarah used to look out for me, make sure | |
| I was alright, | |
| When Alan and the bigger ones got in a fight, | |
| We used to sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let' s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| And we' ll live like a millionaire, | |
| A couple years ago the tramps in | |
| Piccadilly told me | |
| Aaron had died, | |
| My head spun around till | |
| I sat on the kerb and cried, | |
| And I found myself sitting on | |
| Puff' s begging patch, | |
| Well I ain' t seen him around, | |
| I pray that he didn' t lose the match, | |
| Now Al' s in prison and he was the sensible one, | |
| Don' t let the bastards grind you down mate, our time ain' t begun, | |
| Don' t let the screws get in your head and fuck you up, | |
| Cos when you get out we' ll string that landlord up, | |
| And we can sing, | |
| If we hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, | |
| We can live here forever without a care, | |
| So let' s hang the landlord from the top of the stairs, |
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