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

You're 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 off our lives



Out of school, out off 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]