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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeScrew You
Music by Elton JohnLyrics by Bernie TaupinReleased as a UK B-side in September, 1973When I was a boy I had a lot of funI lived by the sea, I was a fisherman's sonMy mother she was a fisherman's wifeShe was scrubbing floors most of her lifeThey said screw youI ain't got nothing to loseI could paper a matchboxWith the money I useAt the school I attended I got into fightsI was beaten in an alley on a cold winter nightThe teachers cared less for the blood in our veinsThey got most of their thrills out of using a caneThey said screw youOh you bloody young foolsI could get more senseOut of the back end of a muleSo you see there's man who get paid for being slavesAnd men who get paid for being freeAnd there's men behind bars who pray for the lightAnd men in the suburbs who pray for the nightAnd they're all trying to climb to the top of the mineAnd all of them say most of the wayScrew youI worked in the mill from seven till nineTears in my eyes nearly drove me half-blindTrying to make wages that weren't even thereTaking hell from a foreman with the build of a bearHe said screw youThis is all you'll ever doIt's the only existence for someone like you
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