The Streets - All Got Our Runnins lyrics

Again I step out my yard Head swings round, clocks my landlord Start chippin' up the road 'Cause I owe him three weeks' dough The ship's sinking, telly's on the blink And in the pub it's one beer to last all evening Later on chips for feeding When the quids are down Try sneaking a bottle of brandy round bouncers into the Ministry of Sound Scored, Moffat, back indoors with a profit 'Cause they do say having no money forces one to make the right choices on life each day If you can't pay, you can't play Success hides a multitude of sins I ain't successful and my piggy-bank's still in the bin Been there since I was a kid Going round in circles, not being careful, but say I get paid on Friday, can't wait to live life my way 'Cause on the streets I'm just a geezer I gotta make ends meet, yeah? Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now On the streets I'm just a geezer Gotta make ends meet, yeah Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now On the streets I'm just a geezer Gotta make ends meet, yeah Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now On the streets I'm just a geezer Gotta make ends meet, yeah? Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now Bruk pocket, I'm back in the boracic seat again After spending sixty pound last week on beers with friends Brought it all on myself see, granted Now I'm scorin' draw for everyone to get my next spliff sorted Hang round Mum's house to get smothered Got no tins in the cupboard this week Hold on to your seat 'cause it's all gone a bit Pete Live for the moment said he ( Wrong!) Downing beers, out of my tree, now the moment's pa**ed the cash is a distant memory You know things are bleak when you're telling the birds you asked out last week That things are busy When really you've got no dough in the piggy Two days after payday's clocked And it's back at The Black Dog stuffing them socks into pool table pockets 'Cause on the streets I'm just a geezer I gotta make ends meet, yeah? Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now On the streets I'm just a geezer Gotta make ends meet, yeah? Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now On the streets I'm just a geezer Gotta make ends meet, yeah Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now On the streets I'm just a geezer Gotta make ends meet, yeah? Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now I'm skint, got no moolah Need to get some colour in my cheeks says Mum That'll be my English inner-city tan, um Skinny like a woman, need to get some punan' through the door Please Sir, can I have some more? Oi, oi, lend me a tenner so I can go to the chip shop 24-hour garage, and then for a quick tot This time opting for the rea**uringly cheap option When the quids are down My Schott hoodie's my ballgown My essential accessory's my bad day frown, 'cause Life in the third-cla** carriage can be evil When your only ticket to freedom's a permit to travel Sir, Uncle Shiner? You best go get the spade and dig me a grave 'Cause I can't pay the rent but I got a hundred-and-nine pound pair of trainers on 'Cause on the streets I'm just a geezer I gotta make ends meet, yeah? Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now On the streets I'm just a geezer Gotta make ends meet, yeah? Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now On the streets I'm just a geezer Gotta make ends meet, yeah Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now On the streets I'm just a geezer Gotta make ends meet, yeah? Gotta do what I need to sh**, we all got our runnins now La la la And then this geezer turned round to me and said What are you doing, you twat? And I was like What the f** is this? What are you saying, you div? Oi, that's it