Filled with drugs and hate, I fucking hate this grim estate, Social deprivation and financial desperation, Rain stained grey walls and a penchant for a drunken fight, Nightmares round here are not saved only for the night
I. Live. Here, I am becoming, why am I not running? Far. From. Here, This needs addressing, this scheme is depressing They. Smell. Fear, They say there's progression, it's all window dressing I. Live. Here
Filled with piss and scum and scum is what I have become, Urban architecture and an anti-social nature, Pavements caved in and a park that's filled with broken glass, And peoples hopes and dreams reduced to fucking ash
This place is, a landfill, It drags you to a standstill, Some cunt should, just burn it, I'm fucking sure it's earned it, This place is, a landfill, It drags you to a standstill, Some cunt should, just burn it, I'm sure it won't be missedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
