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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 '85 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

From 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 you 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, 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
Cool dust oozing out of every pore
A hard man with a hard life
That's a story that he'll tell you

Down at Easter Road till his throat is raw
On a Saturday, he knows the score
Till the whistle blows and the tempers
With their colors 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

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 John Brown's gates
In the desert, 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
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 lucky

He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been anybody
But he was born lucky, 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, he could have been
He could have been lucky
He could have been lucky, lucky

He could have been you
He could have been me
He could have been lucky
He could have been lucky
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