Right now i think i'm better off out with a packet of snouts and a shivering face
than the place called home i just come from, there's trouble brewing, it wouldn't be long
So it's with the boys go spitting in the park with the freezing outlooks and the boiling hearts
buyright cowboys eyes like my mischief a possie on pushbikes looking for business
hoods up in flying formation chase the memories away
like little pretenders to the old east enders a Ronnie and Reggie craze
Pray to the alter of the old bus stop
Pray for a better off life
'Till a distant war drums heavy inside
woss up with Paul, he's pullin out a knife
Oi Paul! i said your off your face if you think there's glory it's East 1 mate not West Side Story
put the f***** knife away or they'll bang you up for the rest of your days
He looks at me with the Devil in his eyes 'are you on my side or are you mechanised'?!
i dont need you no more, i'm better on me own and with a stab stab stab he left me in the road
hoods up in flying formation see the old gentleman run
like little pretenders to the old east enders
'you aint no gangster son'
you know i fought two wars for your skinny behinds
your kind dont deserve pro life
'till a distant war drums heavy inside as i fall to the floor Paul's pullin out a knife
He's given up on life
Stupid!
than the place called home i just come from, there's trouble brewing, it wouldn't be long
So it's with the boys go spitting in the park with the freezing outlooks and the boiling hearts
buyright cowboys eyes like my mischief a possie on pushbikes looking for business
hoods up in flying formation chase the memories away
like little pretenders to the old east enders a Ronnie and Reggie craze
Pray to the alter of the old bus stop
Pray for a better off life
'Till a distant war drums heavy inside
woss up with Paul, he's pullin out a knife
Oi Paul! i said your off your face if you think there's glory it's East 1 mate not West Side Story
put the f***** knife away or they'll bang you up for the rest of your days
He looks at me with the Devil in his eyes 'are you on my side or are you mechanised'?!
i dont need you no more, i'm better on me own and with a stab stab stab he left me in the road
hoods up in flying formation see the old gentleman run
like little pretenders to the old east enders
'you aint no gangster son'
you know i fought two wars for your skinny behinds
your kind dont deserve pro life
'till a distant war drums heavy inside as i fall to the floor Paul's pullin out a knife
He's given up on life
Stupid!