Where beggars take cheques and children steal credit cards
from the pockets of wrecks in the middle of the road
I came to in my future and that was just yesterday,
unsure of my past and that's a knot in my gut
You buy me a drink then you think that you've got the right
to crawl in my head and rifle my soul
You tell me I'm free and want me to compromise
to sell out my dreams you say you'll make it worthwhile
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
You tell me I'm drunk the you sit back and smug a while
convinced that you're right that you're still in command of your senses
I laugh at your superior attitude
your insincere plattitudes make me throw up
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh for the company born to the company
live for the company until I die
The sooner you realise that I'm perfectly happy
if I'm left to decide the company I choose
The company I choose is solidly singular
totally trustworthy, straight and sincere
polished, experienced, witty and charming
so why don't you push off, this company's my own
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh, boys would you drink to me now
here on the hill, half way up, half way down
Oh for the company, dream of the company
live for the company until I die
Oh for the company, dream of the company
drink to the company until we die
until we die
until we die