Right now i think i'm better off out with a packet of

snouts and a shivering face than the place called home i

just come from, there's trouble brewing,

it wouldn't be long

So it's with the boys go spitting in the park with the

freezing outlooks and boiling hearts

buyright cowboys eyes like my mischeif a possie on

pushbikes looking for business


hoods up in flying formation chase the memories away

like little pretenders to the old east enders a Ronnie

and Reggie craze

Pray to the alter of the old bus stop

Pray for a better off life

'Till a distant war drums heavy inside

woss up with Paul, he's pullin out a knife


Oi Paul! i said you off your face if you think there's

glory it's East 1 mate not West Side Story

put the fuckin knife away or they'll bang you up for

the rest of your days

He looks at me with the Devil in his eyes 'are you on

my side or are yu mechandised'?!

i dont need yu no more, i'm better on me own

and with a stab stab stab he left me in the road


hoods up in flying formation see the old gentleman

run like little pretenders to the old east enders

'you aint no gangster son'

you know i fought two wars for your skinny behinds

you kind dont deserve pro life

'till a distant war drums heavy inside as i fall to the

floor Paul's pullin out a knife


He's given up on life

Stupid!!


hoods up in flying formation chase the memories away

like little pretenders to the old east enders riding to a 

better day

Pray to the alter of the old bus stop

Pray for a better off life

'Till a distant war drums heavy inside

woss up with Paul, he's pullin out a knife


And i'm burning inside