Spare Thoughts

Long gone are the days of no worries

Kids need money so they start bagging up in a hurry

And a hundred's sweeter than honey

When you're cold and tired with the emptiest tummy

Government says that computer games

Keep changing the way we kids think today

Not one of them didn't stop, think, and say

About inflation and all of the tax we pay

You get robbed at work and robbed on the street

So it's back to the street

Getting rid of that weight

I'd love to run a big black van over the taxman

And reverse, turn his pockets out

It's no good being broke on the street

Getting chased by police

Sent mental by smoking the weed

Big Brother's got both eyes on me;

How the fuck am I supposed to proceed?

I'm paranoid, looking over my shoulder

Because I think everybody's looking over my shoulder

I'm a sadist, I'm black and white like the Lone Ranger

I'm a deranged loner, everyone's a stranger

These times got me not trusting anyone

You could get tucked up by anyone

And it could be anybody, anyone

With a knife, with a gun

I'm eighteen now, pray to god I see twenty-one

Backstabbers, slags and bag-snatchers

Crack matters in flats tattered

Shotters pass crack through the front window

That's been shattered

It gets chopped like salad

Then shots get scattered

I'm from the land of exploding backpackers

Crack whores and slappers

Hard workers, slackers

Stabbers and metal packers that are callous

After this I feel like nothing matters

You can't even fart and get away with it

Let alone cocking the gun and then spray with it

What can I say? It's your life and you'll pay with it

'Cos there's CCTV moving in

And it saw you proceed to start shooting him

Now welcome to jail, son, you're moving in

You're needing to rethink the shoes you're in

Before you end up in a place that's truly grim

And the bus ain't two pound for any reason

They want you to get an Oyster 'cos it's cheaper

They cut the prices in half

So they can get your name and picture on a card

They know where you are now

Any time of day

If it's two hundred pennies I'd rather pay

Five buses for ten pound? That's a liberty

But I won't let pricks invade my privacy