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Back in 1940
my Grandfather died
Fightin' in a spitfire over the Kent countrysidev Since then my country never really got back off its knees
Uncle Joe put paid to that and I was born late seventies

I heard that over in England men were gettin' paid

More than I earn in a week, working just one day
I thought, "What the Hell? I'll go give it my best shot."

Yeah, it's gotta be better than nothin'

And that's exactly what I've got

I caught a train and I headed west sailed across the sea
Pretty soon I had a job workin' in a factory
Well, the work was hard
it was hard as Hell
My fingers bled and my blisters swelled
Long, long hours back racked with pain
Just me and Sergei from Ukraine

When I got my first paycheck it was minus food and board
"Not much left for me." I thought so this is my reward
So on my first night off in ten
I wandered into town

Yeah, I just wanted to have some fun
and have a look around

I met a girl
She had blond hair and curls oh

We got along...

I sung her a Polish love song

We were kissin' in the car park
when I heard someone come up behind me

Suddenly I'm surrounded by a group of men who what to hurt me

They said "You're not welcome in our country
We're sick of givin' to all and sundry, All the work that you try and rob..."
I said, "Mister, you wouldn't want my job!"

And then I'm down on the floor
Their boots connecting with my jaw
Round, round, round my head is spinning
I don't think I can take much more

My girl is screamin'
I think I'm going to be killed...

Just like my grandfather
my Polish blood
On England soil is spilt

Just like my grandfather
my Polish blood
On England soil is spilt

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