Black Boy Lane

I ain't going back to black boy lane, no
No I aint going back to black boy lane, no
There must be some other way
Because I ain't going back to black boy lane
Never again

Do you think you can help?
Can't you make me a call?
We're so near to town
I can't get nothing at all
Today, are you dancing today?

Fifteen track-suits coming up my lane
Fifteen track-suits coming up my lane

There's the men, the ones you must lay
In which you must lay down and die

Oh as opposed to strutting all day
Strutting all night
Strutting on brown
Strutting on white
All day
Are you dancing today?

Ah there's a bullet there with my name
So I ain't going back to black boy lane
Never, never again

What about the fella you knew from sometime before
In the house by the park with a cage on the door
You phone and you say, are you dancing today?
Are we dancing today?