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Early Years lyrics
Early years
were a shroud man
Only a grey cloud
Shot in the dark
Hanging out
with your dad
His plans for revenge
In some hick-town
caravan park
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
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
Part of these releases
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- Track 11 on New Wave
- 10 Idiot Brother
- 12 Home Again
- 12 Home Again / [silence] / They Can't Find Him
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