Through the concrete piazzas they roam Safe in numbers they're never alone The mutant offspring of council house schemes The dreaded nightmare of town planners dreams
Neighbourhood brats, neighbourhood brats Folks step aside when they pass
You blame the teachers, the troubles at home You blame the parents, where did we go wrong You blame the violence in films that they see You blame the drugs, the sex on TV
Neighbourhood brats, neighbourhood brats Church goers hide when they pass And then he kicked me...
Blame the plastic, the concrete and glass The carefully measured out pieces of grass The comprehensive's concentration camp wall The desolated community hall
The one-car garage and semi-detached Neat little garden and yard at the back The little boxes with nowhere to hide Two up, two down, toilet insideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
