You blame those kids for their bad mood You hate them for being Rude But You don't realise how they feel They come from smelly council flats Homes full of hate, cheap booze and d** So don't expect them to be ideal Let them talk, let them think Let them smoke, let them drink Let them ask: "What the f** is going on" Let them live their own life
Let them shout let them fight So f** yourself and leave the kids alone! They have no future - who can they be? Frustrated - they hope and dream They do some silly things coz they are bored Her Dad's asleep, he's pissed again His mum is b**h, drives him insane I'll tell you now - them kids can't be ignored