paroles de chanson Second-Hand Car Spiv - The Kinks
I
was
born
a
slum
gutter
infantile,
Brute-force
educated,
delinquent
juvenile.
I
am
a
product
of
mass
produced
factory
fodder,
Streets
full
of
tenement
blocks,
rat
infested
filth
and
squalor.
I
left
school,
went
straight
on
the
dole
And
unemployment's
no
enjoyment,
Welfare
State
owned
my
mind
and
my
body
and
my
soul.
So
I
worked
my
way
up
to
be
a
second-hand
car
spiv,
But
don't
judge
me
harshly
because
I'm
just
a
slum
kid.
I
built
up
my
business
with
a
quick
wit
and
fist,
So
don't
double-cross
me
or
my
hoods
will
dissect
you
With
their
black
jacks
and
shiv.
Slum
kids
never
get
a
break,
they've
got
to
fight
their
way
up.
Wheel
and
deal,
beg
and
steal,
Sweat
blood
to
earn
a
buck.
I
didn't
want
to
work
on
the
factory
floor,
I
wasn't
content,
I
wanted
more
Than
to
be
a
slave
of
a
lathe,
Work
all
day
and
go
home
bored.
So
a
second-
hand
car
spiv
was
what
I
became.
I
built
an
empire
because
I
used
my
brains.
He
was
a
second-hand
car
spiv
up
from
the
slums,
So
don't
judge
him
harshly
because
he's
just
a
slum
kid.
Then
he
moved
into
property,
stocks
and
shares,
And
into
high
finance
and
you've
got
to
agree
That
running
a
multi-million
corporation
Sure
beats
selling
cars
second-hand.
Once
he
sold
old
worn
out
heaps
to
the
punters
on
the
street,
Now
I'm
in
control
of
the
country
as
a
whole,
And
the
world
is
at
my
feet.
The
world
is
at
his
feet.
Power,
power,
I've
got
power
oozing
out
of
me,
And
when
you
think
of
all
the
things
I've
done
It
says
a
lot
for
one
Who
worked
his
way
up
from
the
streets.
Yes
I'm
a
second-hand
car
spiv.
Do
a
deal,
buy
and
sell,
It's
my
trade,
I
know
it
well.
Make
a
sale,
ring
the
bell
And
let
the
suckers
go
to
hell.
Bank
the
profits,
count
the
change
Another
sucker
comes
your
way.
Life
is
a
crooked
game,
And
slum
kids
never
change.
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