The Winfield Blues

Working hard for the man
Nine-to-five is a fucking drag
When all you've got is a deck ov smokes
Winfield blues!

Its a tired auld song and mighty sad
But you'd cut off your fingers just to save your hands
When all you've got is a deck ov smokes
Winfield blues!
Oi!

Watching the clock 'cause you need to breathe
There's a fist up your arse through the holes in your jeans
And all you've got is a deck ov smokes
Winfield blues!

Some guy with a nailgun lends you ideas
Ov making the bastards bleed from their ears
But all you've got is a deck ov fucking smokes
The Winfield Blues!