I was classic bullying material strictly speakingnI was 4ft tall with 3ft mohicannI bunked off school and bought some tattoo inknEngraved punk 4 life on my arm with a safety pinnI was sleeping in a park and selling the Big IssuenBut this ain't no sob story so don't reach for the tissuesnThese Spanish Punks they took me under their wingnOpened up a squat in Clapham Common, they let me move innnThis place was fucking huge, I couldn't believe my lucknBut it was no stranger to the odd rucknI was sharing a room with a bloke called GeoffnHe had rotten teeth and the World's worst breathnBut we had such a time, graffing up all the wallsnDays trips to Brighton when the occasion callednDrinking Red Wine and Coke, playing our music loudnOn a shitty old tape player we sung it proudnWe used to singnnIf we hang the Landlord from the top of the stairsnWe can live here forever without a carenSo let's hang the Landlord from the top of stairsnWe'll live like a millionaire nLike a millionaire nnWe looked out for each other, as a group we were tightnAll coppers are bastards, but we were alrightnPainting our leather jackets, spiking up our hairnWe looked like aliens out of anywherenIf the tourists wanted a photo we would charge them a poundnWhen we had enough we'd buy a bottle and pass it aroundn???nAnd whatever we could find got thrown into the mixnnIf we hang the Landlord from the top of the stairsnWe can live here forever without a carenSo let's hang the Landlord from the top of stairsnWe'll live like a millionaire nLike a millionaire nnNow always blagging it into gigs for freenSneaking in our own cans after a robbing spreenGetting chased out the offie and half way down the streetnSmiling at the girls we thought looked sweetnAnd Puff used to give me all his hand-me-downsnHe had a great big heart but he'd done too much brownnSarah used to look out for me, make sure I was alrightnWhen Mel and her pimp once got in a fightnWe used to singnnIf we hang the Landlord from the top of the stairsnWe can live here forever without a carenSo let's hang the Landlord from the top of stairsnWe'll live like a millionaire nLike a millionaire nnA couple of years ago a tramp at Piccadilly he told me how I'm gonna dienMy head spun around until I sat on the curb and criednAnd I found my self sitting on Puff's begging patchnI ain't seen him around I pray he didn't lose the matchnNow Al's in prison and he's the sensible onenDon't let the bastards grind you down mate our time it begunnDon't let the screws get in your head and fuck you upnBecause when you get out we'll string that Landlord upnnIf we hang the Landlord from the top of the stairsnWe can live here forever without a carenSo let's hang the Landlord from the top of stairsnWe'll live like a millionaire nLike a millionaire