TURN ROUND M8 - Rat Boy

Bored of working through the racing days

Don’t fall through the concrete holes

Or anything else because that’s just another fact

That they can’t help you with

The cunt stunk of skunk as he grabbed me by the neck

Trackies and North Face, a future court case

Wrong place wrong time, I’m a victim of a crime

My life and my belongings have done been put on the line

If he gets caught he probably won’t even get a fine

My shit already sold never get back what’s mine

The sad thing is, well, this ain’t the first time

And when I think of it, it sends stabbings down my spine

Bored of working through the racing days

Don’t fall through the concrete holes

Or anything else because that’s just another fact

That they can’t help you with

There’s nothing new under the sun

And modern life has lost its fun

And anywhere I go, they’ll take your money

I can’t take it anymore

Turn around, walk away

You might live another day

Turn around, walk away

You might live another day

Turn around, walk away

You might live another day

Turn around, walk away

You might live another day

Roses round the railings, picture what I’m saying

Spending all your savings just to keep up with your cravings

Wannabe road men cracked tarmac needs a mend

Well I start to wonder where all the money gets spent

On rent, we keep looking up for tomorrow

We beg, we steal, we borrow, next year no more sorrow

And the sad thing is, well, this ain’t the last time

And when I think of it, it sends stabbings down my spine

Bored of working through the racing days

Don’t fall through the concrete holes

Or anything else because that’s just another fact

That they can’t help you with

There’s nothing new under the sun

And modern life has lost its fun

And anywhere I go, they’ll take your money

I can’t take it anymore