Road is the code
Sirens ring silent boys in suits are violent
Testosterone has a tendency to test its limits
But these naive spirits are not witch wicked
Youth mixed with Bacardi is an Aftershock
for the typical renaissance image
Kids to Skins for your tele-vision
The Lads’ Bible with NUTS women
Home, can be a prison
So show up, show them you know how to be British
Working class proud, loud
Genuine like Spitting Image
Holding fake IDs
Club grown up bubbling like tonic
Not much in the pocket
But lunch money is enough, plus
pre-drinks, than mopeds scream
through city centre circuit links
Nirvana free
The smoke lingers in the air
The more you conversate
The more you build the fear
The Lost Boys of the city are so aware
But who cares?
When they don't know what else to live for
Like Rats on the street
Banksy cant be ignored
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