Don't Blame Us - Cock Sparrer

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