Lucky

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He met the world as a Dalkeith boyRaised from a shaft at MonktonhallIn a well-oile dcageThat locked away his dreamsAn ’85 veteran face from the galleryA ghost from the civil war in the familyHe stood his ground on the picket line’Til all that he was left withWere his father’s coughAnd his mother’s eyesThat would hold a tearFor the very first timeWhen the government they took his job away.Now fist in hand he’ll stand in lineDeclare his name and mark his timeTo some the only proof that they’re alive.He could have been youHe could have been meHe could have been anybodyBut he was born luckyHe made his first down paymentOn a sharp Italian suitHe sewed razor blades into the lapels.See him sweating on the dance floorCoal dust oozing out of every poreA hard man with a hard lifeAnd that’s a story that he’ll tell youDown at Easter Road till his throat is rawOn a Saturday, he knows the scoreTill the whistle blows andThe tempers with their colours fade away.He could have been youHe could have been meHe could have been anybodyBut he was born luckyOn the helipads at AberdeenBound for platforms drilling oil-rich seasWhere the trawlers are getting fewer every yearBy the furnaces at RavenscraigBy the padlocks holding John Brown’s gatesIn the desert, in the fields of South ArmaghWhere the poppies growBehind the Hampden roarBehind the drums in GenoaOn the deck that rides a South Atlantic swellBorn to fight out of the tightest cornerYou can bet on him with the odds against youThey’ll not put him downNo matter how they tryHe could have been youHe could have been meHe could have been anybodyBut he was born lucky