Fish:Lucky
| “Lucky” | |
| Artist: | Fish |
|---|---|
| Albums: | Internal Exile (1991) Derek Dick and his Amazing Electric Bear (1993) Yang (1995) Sashimi: Live in Poznan, Poland 1999 (2001) |
Live version (Electric Bear)
C'mon, let me see y'all
He met the world as a Dalkeith boy
Raised from a shaft at Monktonhall
In a well oiled cage
That locked away his dreams
An eighty-five veteran face from the gallery
A ghost from the civil war in the family
He stood his ground on the picket line
'Til all that he was left with
Were his father's cough
And his mother's eyes
That would hold a tear
For the very first time
When the government they took his job away
Now fist in hand he'll stand in line
Declare his name and mark his time
To some the only proof that they're alive
Haddington!
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
Lucky
C'mon
He made his first down payment
On a sharp Italian suit
He sewed razor blades into the lapels
See him sweating on the dance floor
Coal dust oozing out of every pore
A hard man with a hard life
That's a story that he'll tell you
That at Easter Road till his throat is raw
On a Saturday, he knows the score
Till the whistle blows and
The tempers make their colours fade away
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
Lucky
C'mon then
On the helipads at Aberdeen
Bound for platforms drilling oil rich seas
Where the trawlers are getting fewer every year
By the furnaces at Ravenscraig
By the padlocks holding John Brown's gates
In the deserts, in the fields of South Armagh
Where the poppies grow
Behind the Hampden roar
Behind the drums in Genoa
On the deck that rides a South Atlantic swell
Born to fight out of the tightest corner
You can bet on him with the odds against you
They'll not put him down
No matter how they try
Oh he could have been you
Could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
Could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
Lucky Lucky
Anybody Anybody
Born lucky
Born lucky
Lucky
Could have been lucky
Could have been lucky
Lucky
Lucky
You were all born lucky
'S encouraging lucky
Thank you
And so
Third gear
1995 Re-recording
He met the world as a Dalkeith boy
Raised from a shaft at Monktonhall
In a well oiled cage
That locked away his dreams
An eighty-five veteran face from the gallery
A ghost from the civil war in the family
He stood his ground on the picket line
'Til all that he was left with
Were his father's cough
And his mother's eyes
That would hold a tear
For the very first time
When the government well they took his job away
Now fist in hand he'll stand in line
Declare his name and mark his time
To some the only proof that they're alive
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
So lucky
He made his first down payment
On a sharp Italian suit
He sewed razor blades into the lapels
See him sweating on the dance floor
Coal dust oozing out of every pore
A hard man with a hard life
That's a story that he'll tell ya
That at Easter Road till his throat is raw
On a Saturday, well he knows the score
Till the whistle blows and
The tempers make their colours fade away
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
So lucky
On the helipads at Aberdeen
By the platforms drilling oil rich seas
Where the trawlers are getting fewer every year
By the furnaces at Ravenscraig
By the padlocks holding Rothside's gates
In the deserts, in the fields of South Armagh
Where the poppies grow
Behind the Hampden roar
Behind the drums in Genoa
On the deck that rides a South Atlantic swell
Well born to fight out of the tightest corner
You can bet on my with the odds against you
They'll not put me down
No matter how they try
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born born born born lucky
Could have been me
Hey hey
Could have been anybody
And you see just why I'm so lucky
Could have been you
Could have been me
Lucky
Could have been anybody
Lucky
Could have been
Could have been me
Could have been lucky
Could have been me
Lucky
Could have been anybody
Lucky
Lucky Lucky Lucky Lucky Lucky Lucky
...
He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
Could have been you
Could have been me
Anybody
But you were born lucky
Live version (Poznan 1999)
C'mon
Shin dubber
C'mon
He met the world as a Dalkeith boy
Raised from a shaft at Monktonhall
In a well oiled cage
That locked away his dreams
An eighty-five veteran face from the gallery
A ghost from the civil war in the family
He stood his ground on the picket line
'Til all that he was left with
Were his father's cough
And his mother's eyes
That would hold a tear
For the very first time
Till the government, well they took his job away
Now fist in hand he'll stand in line
Declare his name, mark his time
To some the only proof that they're alive
Could have been you
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
Could have been you
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
But he was born
Lucky lucky lucky lucky
C'mon
He made his first down payment
On a sharp Italian suit
He sewed razor blades into the lapels
See him sweating on the dance floor
Coal dust oozing out of every pore
A hard man with a hard life
That's a story that he'll tell you
That at Easter Road till his throat is raw
On a Saturday, he knows the score
Till the whistle blows and
The tempers make their colours fade away
Could have been you
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
Sing it
Could have been you
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
But he was born
Lucky lucky lucky lucky
C'mon
Go
On the helipads at Aberdeen
With the platforms drilling oil rich seas
Where the trawlers are getting fewer every year
By the furnaces at Ravenscraig
By the padlocks holding Sassenach's gates
In the deserts, in the fields of South Armagh
Where the poppies grow
Behind the Hampden roar
Behind the drums in Genoa
On the deck that rides a South Atlantic swell
Well well well well
I was born to fight out of the tightest corner
Bet on me with the odds against you
They'll not put me down
No matter how they try
C'mon
Could have been you
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
Could have been you
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
Could have been you
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
But
He was born born born born lucky
Could have been you
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
He was born born born born born born lucky
Lucky
So lucky
Could have been you
Yeah could have been me
Could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
Could have been you
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
He was born born born born lucky
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
Born-a-born-a-born-a-born lucky
Could have been me
Could have been anybody
But he was born lucky
Born lucky
Born very lucky lucky lucky lucky
Thank you
I love you too
Um
'Scuse me my Polish is still not very good
You will see, um, some new members in the band
Again
And I'm to introduce first one up
From Ghana and London
Poznan, Poland
Liz Antwi
Hi
Hello
Don't ha-try to help me
