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 boiling hearts buyright cowboys eyes like my mischeif 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 you off your face if you think there's glory it's East 1 mate not West Side Story put the fuckin 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 yu mechandised'?! i dont need yu 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 gentlem
an run like little pretenders to the old east enders 'you aint no gangster son' you know i fought two wars for your skinny behinds you 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!! hoods up in flying formation chase the memories away like little pretenders to the old east enders riding to a better day 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 And i'm burning inside