Early Years

Early years were a shroud man
Only a grey cloud shot in the dark
Hanging out with your dad
And his plans for revenge
In some hick-town caravan park

Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one down

Early years were a dreadnought
Waiting to tread board
And my work down the pan
Hanging round by the back door
One foot in the stage door
Some disaffected fly-by-man

Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one down

Got wired by a cable
Got wild on a table
Scared the shit out of me
All for the free state
The snow and the greasepaint
I left the singing family

Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one
Never keep a good one down