All Got Our Runnins - The Streets

Again, I step out my yard

Head swings 'round, clocks my landlord

Start chippin' up the road 'cause I owe him three weeks dough

The ship’s sinkin', telly’s on the blink

And in the pub, it’s one beer to last all evening

Later on, chips for feedin'

When the quids are down, try sneak in a bottle of brandy

'Round bouncers into the Ministry of Sound

Scored, Moffat, back indoors with a profit

'Cause they do say that havin' no money forces one

To make the right choices on life each day

If you can’t pay, you can’t play

Success hides a multitude of sins

But I ain’t successful and my piggy bank’s still in the bin

Been there since I was a kid

Goin 'round in circles, not being careful, but say

I get paid on Friday, can’t wait to live life my way

'Cause on the streets, I’m just a geezer

I gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets, I’m just a geezer

Gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets, I’m just a geezer

Gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets, I’m just a geezer

Gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

Bruk pocket, I’m back in the Burassic seat again

After spending sixty pound last week on beers with friends

Brought it all on myself, see, granted

Now I’m scorin' draw for everyone to get my next spliff sorted

Hang 'round Mum’s house to get smothered

Got no tins in the cupboard this week

Hold on to your seat 'cause it’s all gone a bit Pete

«Live for the moment», said he;

wrong!

Downin' beers out of my tree, now the moment’s passed

The cash is a distant memory

You know things are bleak when you’re tellin' the birds

You asked out last week that things are busy

When really, you’ve got no dough in the piggy

Two days after payday’s clocked

And it’s back at The Black Dog

Stuffin' them socks into pool table pockets

'Cause on the streets, I’m just a geezer

I gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets, I’m just a geezer

Gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets, I’m just a geezer

Gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets, I’m just a geezer

Gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

I’m skint, got no moolah

Need to get some colour in my cheeks, says Mum

That’ll be my English inner-city tan

I’m skinny like a woman

Need to get some punan through the door

«Please Sir, can I have some more?»

Oi, oi, lend me a tenner so I can go to the chip shop

Twenty-four hour garage and then for a quick top

This time opting for the reassuringly cheap option

When the quids are down, my Schott hoodies, my ball gown

My essential accessory is my bad day frown, 'cause

Life in the third-class carriage can be evil

When your only ticket to freedom is a permit to travel

So, Uncle Shiner, you best go get the spade and dig me a grave

'Cause I can’t pay the rent but I got a 109-pound pair o' trainers on

'Cause on the streets, I’m just a geezer

I gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets, I’m just a geezer

Gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets, I’m just a geezer

Gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

On the streets, I’m just a geezer

Gotta make ends meet, yeah

Gotta do what I need to

Shit, we all got our runnins now

La, la, la

And then this geezer turned 'round to me and said

«What are you doing, you twat?»

and I was like

«What the fuck is this?

What are you saying, you div?»

Oi, that’s it