Back in 1940   My Grandfather died   Fightin' in a spitfire   Over at Kent countryside      Since then my country   never really got back off its knees   Uncle Joe put paid to   that and I was born late seventies   I heard that over in England    men were gettin' paid   More than I earn in a week   working just one day   I thought, “What the Hell?    I'll go give it my best shot.”   Yeah, it's gotta be better than nothin'   And that's exactly what I've got      I caught a train and I headed west to sail across the sea   Pretty soon I had a job workin' in a factory   Well, the work was hard   It was hot as Hell   My fingers bleed and my blisters swelled   Long, long hours back racked with pain   Just me and Sergei    from Ukraine      When I… When I got my first paycheck    It was minus food and board   “Not much left for me.” I thought   So this is my reward      So when my   first night off in ten   I wandered into town   Yeah, I just   wanted to have some fun   And have a look around      I met a girl oh, oh, oh   She had blond hair and curls oh, oh, oh   We got along…      I sung her a Polish love song   We were kissin' in the car park   When I heard someone come up behind me      Suddenly I'm surrounded    by a group of men who what to hurt me   They said "You're not   welcome in our country.   We're sick of givin' to all and   sundry   I don't work to try and rob      I said, “Mr. you   wouldn't want my job.”   And then I'm down on the floor   Their boots connecting with my jaw   Round, round,   round my head is spinning   I don't think I can take much more      My girl is screamin'   I think I'm going to be killed   Just like my grandfather   My Polish blood on England's soil is spilt   Just like my grandfather    My Polish blood   On England soil is spilt