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 drugs 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 fuck is going on" Let them live their own life Let them shout let them fight So fuck 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 bitch, drives him insane I'll tell you now - them kids can't be ignoredTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
