I was classic bullying material strictly speaking   I was 4ft tall with 3ft mohican   I bunked off school and bought some tattoo ink   Engraved "punk 4 life" on my arm with a safety pin   I was sleeping in a park and selling the Big Issue   But this ain't no sob story so don't reach for the tissues   These Spanish Punks they took me under their wing   Opened up a squat in Clapham Common, they let me move in      This place was fucking huge, I couldn't believe my luck   But it was no stranger to the odd ruck   I was sharing a room with a bloke called Geoff   He had rotten teeth and the World's worst breath   But we had such a time, graffing up all the walls   Days trips to Brighton when the occasion called   Drinking Red Wine and Coke, playing our music loud   On a shitty old tape player we sung it proud   We used to sing      If we hang the Landlord from the top of the stairs   We can live here forever without a care   So let's hang the Landlord from the top of stairs   We'll live like a millionaire    Like a millionaire       We looked out for each other, as a group we were tight   All coppers are bastards, but we were alright   Painting our leather jackets, spiking up our hair   We looked like aliens out of anywhere   If the tourists wanted a photo we would charge them a pound   When we had enough we'd buy a bottle and pass it around   ???   And whatever we could find got thrown into the mix      If we hang the Landlord from the top of the stairs   We can live here forever without a care   So let's hang the Landlord from the top of stairs   We'll live like a millionaire    Like a millionaire       Now always blagging it into gigs for free   Sneaking in our own cans after a robbing spree   Getting chased out the offie and half way down the street   Smiling at the girls we thought looked sweet   And Puff used to give me all his hand-me-downs   He had a great big heart but he'd done too much brown   Sarah used to look out for me, make sure I was alright   When Mel and her pimp once got in a fight   We used to sing      If we hang the Landlord from the top of the stairs   We can live here forever without a care   So let's hang the Landlord from the top of stairs   We'll live like a millionaire    Like a millionaire       A couple of years ago a tramp at Piccadilly he told me how I'm gonna die   My head spun around until I sat on the curb and cried   And I found my self sitting on Puff's begging patch   I ain't seen him around I pray he didn't lose the match   Now Al's in prison and he's the sensible one   Don't let the bastards grind you down mate our time it begun   Don't let the screws get in your head and fuck you up   Because when you get out we'll string that Landlord up      If we hang the Landlord from the top of the stairs   We can live here forever without a care   So let's hang the Landlord from the top of stairs   We'll live like a millionaire    Like a millionaire