I’m on the Job.
I’m on the job and with a knife,
Then I as ever go to a mess.
It makes no difference what they say,
And I’ll forever walk this way, my friends.
A man comes up to me and says,
The scums like you must spend their time in cells.”
I never talk with such strange birds,
And I’ll forever do the same, my friends.
If ye’re just curious what I think—
And any problem we’ll take up and fix.
But if ye’re on that strange bird’s path—
And it’ll forever stay just as it is.