Lyrics Damn the Day - Ashley Hutchings feat. Pete Morton
Pity
the
fate
of
the
underclass
Pity
the
fate
of
the
underclass
I
damn
the
day,
it
was
my
cruel
fate
To
be
brought
up
on
a
tough
estate
Bad
company
plagued
me
night
and
day
Then
laid
off
work,
I
was
led
astray
Which
makes
me
now
to
lament
and
say
Pity
the
fate
of
the
underclass
Damn
the
day,
damn
the
day
I
robbed
the
Spar,
I
do
declare
I
made
the
people
to
stop
and
stare
I
waved
my
gun
and
I
flashed
my
blade
Now
don't
you
think
I'm
a
daring
lad?
Which
makes
me
now
to
lament
and
say
Pity
the
fate
of
the
underclass
Damn
the
day,
damn
the
day
When
next
I
robbed,
it
was
a
bad
mess
A
hasty
guard
got
it
in
the
chest
They
blocked
my
exit
and
I
was
caught
Before
the
judge
I
was
quickly
brought
Which
makes
me
now
to
lament
and
say
Pity
the
fate
of
the
underclass
Damn
the
day,
damn
the
day
With
hate
and
haste,
the
jury
tried
me
I
was
sent
down,
pity
was
denied
me
The
street
was
wet
and
the
shouts
were
vile
As
they
laid
me
down
on
my
final
mile
Which
makes
me
now
to
lament
and
say
Pity
the
fate
of
the
underclass
Damn
the
day,
damn
the
day
And
when
I'm
dead
and
lowered
in
my
grave
No
costly
funeral
will
I
have
They'll
drink
my
health
in
the
snooker
bar
And
turn
the
talk
to
young
Darren's
car
Which
makes
me
now
to
lament
and
say
Pity
the
fate
of
the
underclass
Damn
the
day,
damn
the
day
Damn
the
day
Pity
the
fate
of
the
underclass
Pity
the
fate
of
the
underclass
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