Walking to the chip shop
Something cheap, I want it
The change in my pocket, is just enough
But I've got it
Looking at the football, someone scored
Who doesn't?
Red and white on buildings, outside
How a world shows colours
It's true colours
And I don't get what the people said
When they told me I would have been better off dead
In a Grimsby Bed and Breakfast homestead
I've got my 2 feet to the ground when they come close...
And I don't get what those blue eyes meant,
When they stared me down from across the
Pavement
I've got a brand new attitude, for my new friends
I'll keep my wits with me when they come too close
Walking to the chip shop
Something mean, I smell it
The boom blast of speakers
Rock'n'roll, you love it
Mopeds and crap cars, patrol...
How the kids find trouble
Fireworks and bonfires
Of burnt books
An old house to rubble...
Grey rubble
And I don't get what the people said
When they told me I would have been better off dead
In a Ramsgate council estate homestead
I've got my 2 feet to the ground when they come close
And I don't get what that blonde hair meant
When it shone down upon me from across the pavement
I've got a brand new attitude, for my new friends
I'll keep my wits with me when they come too close...
And it'll soon be only you or I
That's not either nationalised
Or a licensed company
Take in a breath of that smoke filled air!
They burnt the last family that lived here
Oh well!
Hear those dogs barking
The skinheads down the pub
Swallowing the bits of lime in their drinks...
It helps to revive the taste buds!
Nobody comes here...
Nobody cares...
Nobody comes here-
Nobody comes here-
Nobody comes here-
We're not welcome
Nobody comes here
Never cared...
I don't get
What, blue - blue eyes, blue eyes meant
I don't -
I don't get -
Nobody comes here, nobody comes here
Nobody cares