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
Never keep
A good one
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

Never keep
A good one
Never keep
A good one
Never keep
A good one down

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

Never keep
A good one
Never keep
A good one
Never keep
A good one down