Lyrics
He met the world as a Dalmatian boy
He entered the world as a Dalmatian boy.
Raised from a shaft at Moncton Hall
Raised in Moncton Hall from a shaft, possibly suggesting a difficult upbringing.
In a well oiled cage
In a well-oiled cage, symbolizing a confined or restricted environment.
That locked away his dreams
The cage locked away his dreams.
An `85 veteran face from the gallery
An '85 veteran face from the gallery, possibly referencing a person affected by events in 1985.
A ghost from the civil war in the family
A ghost from the civil war in the family, suggesting a family history of conflict or strife.
He stood his ground on the picket line
He stood his ground on the picket line, possibly in a labor-related context.
`Til all that he was left with
Until all he had left was his father's cough.
Were his father`s cough
And his mother's eyes, holding a tear for the first time when the government took his job away.
And his mother`s eyes
That would hold a tear for the very first time when the government took his job away.
That would hold a tear
When the government took his job away.
For the very first time
Now fist in hand, he'll stand in line, possibly indicating a determination to face challenges.
When the government took his job away
Declare his name and mark his time, asserting his identity and presence.
Now fist in hand he`ll stand in line
To some, the only proof that they're alive, suggesting the significance of his actions to others.
Declare his name and mark his time
To some the only proof that they`re alive
-He could have been you
He could have been you.
He could have been me
He could have been me.
He could have been anybody
He could have been anybody.
But he was born lucky
But he was born lucky.
He made his first down payment
On a sharp Italian suit
-He sewed razor blades into the lapels
-See him sweating on the dance floor
-Cool dust oozing out of every pore
-A hard man with a hard life
-And that`s a story that he`ll tell you
-Down at Easter Road till his throat is raw
-On a Saturday, he knows the score
-Till the whistle blows and
-The colors with their tempers fade away
-He could have been you
-He could have been me
-He could have been anybody
-But he was born lucky
-On the helipads at Aberdeen
-Bound for platforms drilling oil rich seas
-Where the trawlers are getting fewer every year
-By the furnaces at Ravenscraig
-By the padlocks holding John Brown`s gates
-In the desert, in the fields of South Armagh
-Where the poppies grow
-Behind the Hampden roar
-Behind the drums in Genoa
-On the deck that rides a South Atlantic swell
-Born to fight out of the tightest corner
-You can bet on him with the odds against you
-They`ll not put him down
-No matter how they try
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