(Out of this room, out of this place, you know; back into the world. 

IT'S YOUR FUCKIN WORLD MATE, NOT MINE, YOU CAN STICK IT UP UR ARSE, I DON'T WAN' IT!) 



Now you bin tru the worst years, jail for years 

and had to come face 2 face with the worst of your fears 

seen blood shed and sweaty old soldiers shed tears 

If you cudn't stand the bang up with the maddest, the brers 

Let 'em hang up, slit your wrist, nobody cares 

Did you ever feel that there was duppies round you every where? 

Dats rite blud, Ru gna take your life blud? 

Theres no beta place and tonites the nite blud 

Before you tie your neck on that pipe blud 

jus pass all your tings out the window, and swing 'em to the right blud 

rite blud? 

fuckin wid dis ting called life blud 

i've never bin the one whose ever bin the rowdy type blud 

from I was a nut gettin bust, I had to fight blud 

and I can't see myself tryna giv up on life blud 

not light blud 

I really wana see the light blud 

I mean I wana fix up, and make tings rite blud 

Now I wana fix my life blud 

I mean I wana make tings rite blud 

and see dat light blud. 



(Well, those are your options, and you've created 'em, you've brought it all upon youself... 

before you kick another door down, or you kick another chef in the bollocks)