There we were, a pocket of scabs, sitting on our hands
Everyone was standing a line, sitting on our hands

[?] on my back

A young fat thing with bright red hair came walking up to me
We were the scabs, we were the scabs, sat down on our hands

[?] on her back

Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

Pocket of Scabs song meanings
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