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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 Back 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 fucking 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 mechandised?!" I don't 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 ain't no gangster son" You know I fought two wars for your skinny behinds Your kind don't 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 |