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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pete Robinson
Keyboards
John Gustafson
Bass
Mike Underwood
Drums
Quatermass
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Hammond
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anders Henrikson
Producer
Andy Stevens
Engineer
Lyrics
I've got nothin' in my head, got a floor for a bed
My future's at the bottom of a tea cup
I've got a half a pair of shoes, I've got no time to lose
I'm wonderin' when I'm gonna wise up
Fortune shine your light on me and my nose
'Cause we need some security
You get a little bad luck and it grows, and it grows
I'm the black sheep of the family
I've got half a pound of rice and a beard full of lice
Condition called retrogression
I've got a pocketful of dust, and eatin' is a must
If you wanna make a good impression
Fortune shine your light on me and my dog
'Cause we need some security
While other folks are livin' high off the hog
I'm the black sheep of the family
Don't talk to me about society
You got to play the rules or pay the penalty
Because there's nothin' to choose
Between a handful of blues
Double indemnity
All the words are wrong, and my shadow's gettin' long
I realise this song don't mean much
I've got an ache in my head, I wanna go to bed
Tomorrow I don't have to wake up
Yeah, wisdom shine your light on me and my knees
'Cause it's true what they say about familiarity
There's nothing good this way, and it's true what they say
That I'm the black sheep of the family
Writer(s): Ronald Padavona, Steve Hammond
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