I want what I can't have.
I don't wanna end up a Chav.
I'm taking enough showers.
Though my bro says my smell overpowers.
Everyone now has too much money.
I'm flat broke and it ain't funny.
I'm not the Tooth Fairy or Easter Bunny.
The youth of today are scummy.
They need to know right from wrong.
What I learnt in my old School songs.
I still pray along.
My faith is still strong.
You see kids aged fourteen.
In the Nightclub scene.
Drinking underage.
Trowing up on the stage.
Gandhi liked our Christ but not our Christians.
There's something missing.
12 Years on, still into Rave.
The Greenvale is still their fave.
Britain's got Talent.
People with different tales.
Ireland, England, Scotland, Wales.
But the ones that could never sing.
The most enjoyment they'll bring.
Different cultures, different traditions.
But the same common values.
The same positions.
From Paris to Berlin.
Different drinks.
The same sins.
Life today.
Not like the old.
Kids today.
Don't do what they're told.
When you get older.
Your minds a folder.
Of young hoodlums' actions.
Over different tribal factions.
Wednesday, 11 April 2007
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