Papa Turning in His Grave

You all think you’re middle class
There was a time I too once did
Then Papa turned six feet down
and whispered
“wake up man your life is shit”

Being McLeod of Clan MacLeod
I was reared to Hold on Fast
And not forget there’s Tink in me
And so I Am
Highland working class

How I conned myself to see
Ghosts that squat inside of me
How I coveted false jewels
Papa groans
“you bloody fool”