Tower blocks we lived in all come tumbling down Moved out to another slum in another part of town Playing football in the street and pissing in the lift Who really ever thought it would come to this
East ham high street market on a Saturday Stuffing things in coats, making out getaway Back round Charlie's house to see just what we'd got In school Monday morning we'd just flog the lot
Blame the teachers, blame the school Blame the parents, come on blame one and all Blame the coppers, blame the drugs Blame the system, but don't blame us
Games of chicken in the kitchen with a carving knife Eight stitches in my hand, I think I got off light Your girlfriend's there in tears your mate's made another pass when's he gonna learn he only has to ask
Blame the teachers, blame the school Blame the parents, come on blame one and all Blame the coppers, blame the drugs Blame the system, but don't blame us
Schoolteachers sing you won't come to anything There's no future in playing these dives But looking back today we won't have another way Because we had the times of our lives
Out of school, out of work and out of cigarettes We'll all have some breakfast if he wins the bet All the posing & posturing never made much sense Little boys, little man, little innocence
Blame the teachers, blame the school Blame the parents, come on blame one and all Blame the coppers, blame the drugs Blame the system, but don't blame us [2x]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
