I thought I was working class, But after all that, it was an attitude problem I thought I was working class, but it was only me. And I drink too much and I smoke too much Curse too much and I cough too much I get a lot of paranoia and I never go to church And I love too much and I care too much I laugh too much and I share too much I know a lot of things but I’ve still got a lot to learn. And I’m not afraid to say it Ha ha ha I’m not afraid to say it I thought I was working class, but after all that it was an attitude problem I thought I was working class but it was only me Because there is no working class, there’s just some people with an attitude problem There is no working class, there’s only you and me I build too many walls, use too many tools, Lost touch with my mates I took too many days off school I hardly ever see my folks And I spit in the street all the time But I’d give you anything I had, Because that’s what I inherited from my mum and dad I could kiss with passion and stand with pride on a picket line And I’m not afraid to say it Ha ha ha ha I’m not afraid to say it I thought I was working clarse, but after all that it was an attitude problem I thought I was working class but it was only me Because there is no working class, it’s just us people with our attitude problems There is no working class in a classless society Who digs the roads Who drives the buses Who works the markets in the pouring rain Who cleans the floors Who cleans the toilets Who does the mining where the mines remain Who drives the tubes Who makes the pizzas Who puts the letters through your front door Who shifts the bins Who does the packing Who fills the shelves in the superstore Who makes the beds Who wipes the arses Who does the cooking in the school canteen Who works the ferries Who packs the terraces Who keeps all those offices clean Who are the labourers Who are the plasterers Who are the chippies and who are the sparks Who reads the meters Who peels potatoes Who put the apples on the apple cart? Who made my clothes Who built the ring-road Who works in those factories Who pulls the pints Who collects the glasses Who gets the gear off the back of a lorry Who drives the trains Who laid the track Who made the shoes that are on my feet Who cuts the grass Who sweeps the gutters Who put the road signs on my street Who’s never missed Who’s on the waiting list Who does all the work in all those posh hotels Who’s never named Who’s never mentioned Who’s signing on in Tunbridge Wells Who works in the chippy Who does deliveries Who does the service wash in your launderette Who’s got a head for heights For chimneys and street-lights Borrows money to pay their debts Who are those kids Standing at the bus-stop Or playing in the rain with an old tin can Who helps the nippers Get across the road It’s a lollipop lady or a lollipop man Who cleans the windows Who works the check-out Who makes the carpets and lay ‘em on the floor Who’s forever saying sorry Who drives the lorries Who put up the statues of your ladies and lords Who cleans the drains Who laid the gas-mains Who made the water run out of my tap Who made my bread Or the hat upon my head Who treats the turdies when I’ve had a crap Who are the nurses Who’s in the fire brigade Who takes care of the sick and the old Who’s the receptionist Who’s the telephonist Who’s drinking in the park, sleeping in the gutter Who’s on the bus Struggling with a push-chair And all them shopping in the carrier bags ‘Cause they’re on the double Whenever I’m in trouble Who are the best mates I’ve ever had Who d’you call the housewives Who made my bread-knife Who made this pen and paper in my hand Who drives the minicab Works in the rehab Holidays in margate or camber sands Who fails at school Works in the typing pool Who laid the pipes underneath your floor Who takes the rap Who takes the rubbish And who’s in the trenches in every war Who’s dying in the trenches in every war Defending our enemies in every war Well I thought it was the working class But it was just me with my attitude problem I thought it was the working class But it was only you and me Because there is no working class So you’d better get the picture, up early in the morning There is no working class So you’d better go back to sleep!
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 07:59:39 +0000
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